Grape Juice

Grape Juice

A WANT

It begins here
when my thirst is quenched
it carries me
like a leaf on a gentle wind
in the midst of a cyclone
I can't STOP
it's too long of a drop
up and over and to and fro
here i go
fast then slow
but always
~gentle~
and always
taking me away from
purpose and
plans and
pain and pain and pain...

I can see the ground
-mustn't land!
mustn't touch, hard, reliable Earth
must rebell, must defy
must fly
so I
tip, sip, drip, slip, on your sloppy, teenage kiss
stain my lips
sway my hips
again i soar

It begins here
with a dare, a flaunt, a taunt

A WANT

A. Millar