The Aerial

It was impossible        
Not to be          
Captivated          
In the reflection        
Of what          
Spirit/Flesh          
Had already          
Achieved      
And wanting it    
For myself       
So we waited          
For any part of you          
To rub off on me.          
          
We were young,          
Uninhibited/          
Wrestling          
Over the hills          
We’d grown          
Without laws          
To mind us          
In an avant garde          
District          
Overlooking          
The lake          
Which          
Could have been          
Dangerous then          
But probably          
Fatal now          
If there had          
Been some          
God forbidden          
Accident          
Due to kids          
Watching kids          
They would have          
Probably said          
Or          
Something close.          
         
But I find myself          
Not only          
Creeping around          
My choice of words          
Afraid      
To put this          
Child like voice          
In adult onset          
Early.          
         
Wondering          
What it was like          
To estimate,          
Anticipate          
Flight          
From the weight          
And length          
Of another          
Body          
In this particular          
Format:          
Acrobatic rumpus;          
To be responsible          
For.          
         
To calculate for hands          
Meeting up          
With hips          
In a split second          
That weren’t          
Even there          
But we          
Still found          
Each other      
(Upside down).          
         
Enough times          
To condition          
The mind          
For how          
It should be done          
And what its          
Supposed to          
Feel like.          
         
But we practiced          
A lot          
And even more          
Rehearsal for you          
On other          
Proportions          
That were          
Barely there          
Like mine,          
Although          
Slightly          
Longer than average.        
         
But you managed me          
In full          
Until I came          
Across those          
Hard wood floors          
On my own.          
         
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