Conflicting emotions give me hope.
My favorite part of this
silly
strange
iridescent
effervescent world
is just how intangible it is.

But then I hold a bleeding heart and this
earth
sways
with rhythm and beauty and sexuality and intuition.

My bones are happy.
They can f l o w into it
with remarkable ease.
This equilibrium sets them at rest.
A balance found in gleaming eyes
and shaking hands.

Despite what they say,
it is this balance that keeps us from flying off the face of the world.

Not gravity,
but the gravity of a lost love
of a smile
of death.

Not a certain tilt,
but the tilt of a dancers hips
of a dogs head
of one face before its lips
touch
another's.