Flying High

We are the makers of our fantasies

Flying high, bandits at Ten o Clock

Bullets ripping into the fuselage 

tearing, burning causing 

Sensations to build , magnify

Words and pictures travelling through the ether

 

Leading us towards  wildness – this

aerial ballet ,as we jockey for position

Who will lead, who will follow, who 

will land the killing blow?

Lines drawn opposing teams

Victor – versus –  Vanquished

 

Pain

Suffused

Ecstasy

Fanning the flames of heaven or

hell

Gnawing

Grinding 

Glorification

Where is the truce?

 

 

Bleeding from myriad wounds

I fly ,still demonstrating strength

and sensuality 

My fuselage shot to pieces

I leap into the void

Have you the strength to hold me

 

Dangling

On the 

Precipice

Will we tumble together

in unison

Shafted

Saturated

Sated

Hold the Connection –

 

 

We are the makers of our fantasies

Flying high, bandits at Ten o Clock

Bullets ripping into the fuselage 

Tearing, burning causing sensations

to build , magnify

Words and pictures travelling through the ether
 

Love

Lust

Love