Flying
Original poetry
It’s true,
isn’t it,
when you fall in love
it feels like flying.
That pristine moment
when stars clash against stars
and the glint of dust implodes
inside of your chest.
The wind lifts your sails
and suddenly you can
cut through
It’s the two of you against
the world and
your compass knows
no wayward direction.
Nothing else matters,
as if everything from here
to forever will always be
this weightless.
Falling in love
feels like flying.
