Like trapeze artists
we fall towards each other
our love
so far above
the disbelieving faces
a sea of masks
All saying: “Oh! ”
with awe.
Your fingertips
reaching out
at the last possible second
grasp my wrists
and we fly through the air
with the... (like a fish
in water) ... greatest of ease.
So real...surreal.
Alone
in the big top of our longing
high above all others
unaware of all the gasps
(the melodramatic drum roll)
only our love
reaching for the next second
knowing that the other is always
there
only a heartbeat
...away.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-now-for-your-delictation-and-delight/
