from the apex the view never eludes it's magic
proof is a screaming voice spewing out the mouth climactic
with inhibition at a free fall, stomach lifted, nose dipping down
the ends of our fingers line at the spike of the sun's crown
the love below is a g force pressured just beneath lust
huddled in my gut wrenching where the bolt and metal touch
as it traverses through the track, rivets squeak at each bend
arch across the beams beginning our dreams ascent
shapes of sine wave for mind games, crashing words on the merge
curves shifting my shape of lips to when we cliff hang on verge
watch it catch us on that lift weightless right below the stomach
feeling nervous circulations jitter right before we plummet
ducking tunnels with a cuddle, inches under the speeding ceiling
fleeing faster moving past the final snap flash of camera capturing
dark brown eyes fixed on lens bent, focused motives, intentions
surf across centripetal forces, gravity slips through dimensions
sitting as our seat 360's spinning sickly, spiraling dizzy
swirls mixing, love with hate, satisfaction with misery
time dwindling to the finish, minutes on seconds diminish
sync the sky drawing lines for limits with fingers flicking, fidgety, timid
the fleeing of feelings fleeting through this speeding roller coaster
and if we plummet from the summit a split second off... it's over
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2 comments:
crazycool, man!
made me think of 'final destination' at the end.. haha!
'feeling of feelings fleeting', i love that; your meter and diction is really dope!
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