Any time
I travel faster than a body’s capability
(on a train, a car, a plane)
an inevitable and minimal vibration,
tickle-whizz of
fixation,
stirs my belly to
a tiny pulse of fear, excitement.
Sometimes, in the lifting or
plunging,
Andrew squeals
and engines have become
surreal,
alive.
A nice electric pulse, a static flash. Vibration - fixation/squeals - surreal. Uplifting & cheerful. A gentle blast. Movement. Thanks
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ReplyDeleteoooooow so lovely and alive giving my tummy butterflies like a child to read these lines of verse gorgeous .. always mzbeeeeeeeeeeeeeez :)))
ReplyDeletewords and feelings I always loved.
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