For Those Who Want To Fly

pinpricks in life

touch

need

bleed

breed

the point

is always taken away

by the breath of me

flushed, naked

running fast through a field of

slow-motioned promise

it is beautiful really

the way the hope sways

makes you want to 

stick a finger in

swirl it this way

or that way

live in the moments

the good

the bad

knowing I am done

with the ugly