Antaeus

You are my ground.
Sometimes I try to fool myself
it is possible to fly
without touching down
to renew myself from your earthy kiss.
Only to fall, like Icarus,
into the dark deeps of lonely despair.

True flight
is this:
to dance from your mountaintop to my mountaintop,
and back again,
communing with clouds
and angels.
Then there is no Herakles
powerful enough
to hold me from you.

But a time of separation looms.
How may I be sustained?
I shall dive into the place
where our hearts never can be separated.
And bring up from the depths
pearls
that are the words you place into my mouth.

08/05/08, 9.39