The Master of Aeronautics

Before the kiss made it real he

could have easily forgotten everything

His emotions, like kites, always

rode the next available wind;

constantly alive with the upds and downs

as he exercised the heart muscles

and with each woman he’d loved

and unloved he would grow stronger–

into something invincible so he

would never get hurt again.

Well, at least that was the plan and

that was before he met her

who dragged down the tethered

aircraft that was his soul,

unbalanced the perfect symmetry

of its frame, tore through the silk fabric

and down, down, down it plunged

into her hands–the master and goddess of

aeronautics whom like a force of nature

he had failed to defy and

had absolutely no way of coping

let along escaping.

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One comment

  1. slpmartin · July 28, 2011

    What mavelous imagery and play on words…a brilliant bit of writing IMHO.

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