The Luscious Invisible

To travel through waves - notes like invisable gymnasts

…music…flight.

Luscious joy-invisable like dancers in a ticklish tangle on lips stretching skyward

That’s take off, that’s possible, the invisable ignition of eyes alight.

Words, pictures, paints and people invisible to the eye vivid to the kaleidoscope mind

There’s the glide, the flapping fury of idea, the flight path from up in the stairwells of imagine and duck-dive down the waterslide now into making with arms or fingers or feet or mouths.

We can’t see you heart. Little beat so sweet, tucked away wrapped in a cagey ribbing careful now. Invisible the swell when the butterflies call and the body shakes awake to soar though the loveliest love.

Quietly as time ticks and the clock licks at the next moment and next, invisible the sad pang like a shot to the centre wing and a trickle of lost love on a lonesome cheeky cheek.

Softly the invisible, the dance hidden to seen and everywhere there

Step with me as u can dare in your own spare spaces to the places where we might still fly.