Of Love, Gravity and Glass Walls

 but why

(if i was flying you 

kite-like

in your dream?)

no sound 

through the thickness 

of glass came to

touch me?

oh! Mais oui!

we both flew

(swung like gravity’s 

own slingshot 

from your arm!)

perpendicular 

to horizontal glass walls;

and the floor

fell way away, down 

beneath my

head;

no, but swiping to 

wear the next

dream we were already:

falling sideways 

and up, up;

what if

love’s infrasound could not

pierce the glass

floor,

(downside up)

and touch 

my heart?