Swingset
There’s a pit in my stomach
But you’re filling it up with exuberance.
My hair wisps behind me
As a gentle touch brushes it away.
I have a smile, irrepressible
As my body rises and falls
Rises
And falls.
Rises
And falls.
My heart beats twice as fast
My lungs have burst with air
And I finally reach the point of jumping out of my skin
Or anything else that’s keeping me from flying.
Isn’t it ironic,
How such simple pleasures
Can come from just a piece of rubber
And some chains?
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