Wall of Heaven

There are no handholds on the wall of heaven
Nothing to grasp, nothing but my own descent

And I ask
The gossamer cord
Anchored like a tendon to the muscles of my reaching
As it slides through the hands before they know to close
And I realize, suddenly, how motionless I am beneath the sky

I ask if
Standing still drenched in communal sweat
And the sweet smell of your saliva
My mouth smiling your smile
Remembering the feel of it beneath me
This union, I ask if you know it too?
And the chill of wind cuts through my clothing
Waiting for a reply
Waiting as density replaces being
In each repeated silence

From the spasms of no reply I'm pushed
Like a newborn
Into a world I cannot envision
Past the dream of it

And I ask
Beneath the single light of the lamp
Dull and humming in the pre-morn
Grey as pavement and twice as lifeless
I ask myself instead to fly
Beyond answers
Here, with nothing to grasp
With no map to lead me back
Within the wall of you



Credits
Writer(s): Tobin Mueller
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