Falling

I love the cliff so much

that I can be free falling 

from the peak 

still screaming with joy

leaning over the edge 

is how I feel alive again 

and tossing off 

the cocktail of adrenaline

we have been mixing 

nothing is impossible

if I need to grow wings

to hug the sky better

you may watch 

the feathers 

curling from each papilla 

as if by magic 

we’re going to 

spin madly among the clouds 

we’re going to soar.