Teetering

I rise upward of go, 
whispering "yes" 
under my breath
and my heart is yours, 
my world teetering  
at your fingertips
as you tug gently
on my puppet strings. 

The lilt of your voice
leans me so far back
into my dreams
I feel myself
forever falling
and held, aloft, 
weightless in your hands, 
wanting to be delicious. 

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Happy Valentine's Day to all my friends and followers. May you find yourself "falling" in love
(whether it be with someone special, with nature, or with life)
and held aloft, weightless in the hands of the divine!

Poem and Audio Recital
© 2016 Nick LeForce