I would break you make you
breathe hard for me,
take in more air
as if I was there to breathe it too.
Nonsense
Nonesuchaswe
could survive this journey
I would score you bleed you
scream you,
find you unwanting, unlacking,
in everything I want.
You are a thesaurus with no
words, book of my heart
and sickened stomach.
I would ask you where you stand,
if I did not know you better
I would say you float:
Delicate.
Your name spells ornate strength.
You are the castle I point for,
gaining power as I go up the clouds,
out of breath:
Keep breathing for me
breathe harder,
take in more air,
as if I was there
to breathe it too.
Lost maps and a few countries later
I could drive under your window,
Couldn't I?
And ask how have you been have you got enough time to go for a drive?
But what I'll really mean is
are you ready to dive in?
This is not falling,
this is landing.
Portia Carryer, age 16
