here, where you

here, where you hold me

not by touch

here is where

i swing watching

just the barest

and thinnest

of threads

holding me

above

the thrashing jagged ground below

here, where you hold me

not by touch

my feet

dangle

but they dont

really

care about

the depths below

because

my heart’s already

down there

plummeted to

here, where you hold me

not by touch

because your arm span is ten times mine

and in your wings you hold so many people

more interesting than i which is why i

am

hanging

suspended

by the belief

that you’ll notice

me hanging

from the

thread

of you that i have wrapped around my wrists

here, where you hold me

not by touch

because i am

uncontrollably bound

by you

yet you don’t know i hold onto you so

just tell me when you cut the thread

and i’ll be ready to join my heart

at the bottom deep below where

it has already surrendered to

sinking