High Stairs

.
in a feel-free state
I stole another fate
in a bedded break
take and don’t take
I fell up again
.
in a mental state
ambiguous grace
I came again late
woke up to your face
I fell up again
.
when I covered the surface
I saw just how nervous
and when we worked through this
I knew
you fell up again too
.
in a trucker’s crate
sat packaged leather lace
like a first taste
prodigious bait
I fell up again
.
in a well-timed race
ran slightly under pace
I could never ever hate
it’s not what you think, my friend
I fell up again
.
when I came to the surface
and saw just how nervous
we’ll always work through this
it’s true
you fell up too
.
fall up
so you can get up
off all fours
back to your horse
beside mine
let’s ride
.
.
.
.
Copyright L.M. 2008.
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