A l e j a n d r a

thesensualstarfish:

Our hands

Become wings

We fly without

Ever leaving the ground

I grip you, like a sparrow

Grips a branch in the rain

You grip back 

But more like the roots 

Of the tree to anchor us

I wonder where is

The voice of reason

When our fingers

Eventually let go 

Going their own way

Only to discover

That flying is next to impossible

With only one wing

I will continue to flap

Resting from time to time

Until you return

My Beloved

~The Sensual Starfish

(Source: sex-lust-love)