I am chasing her
my ghosty soul propelled by fireworks
frantic seeking her friends
I will not fall behind
How do she and I express our joy
if our faces are incapable
my silhouette ripples away
– it’s too much, I can’t blink
a yes smile, clutched to my cheeks
real feet plant heavily on the ground
weighty doses of following
And her.
Her and her sparkly synapses; her moving hair
She’s never alone – she’s not even alone
when she’s alone
I think everyone knows what love is now.
So the real feet won’t do
We need the legs and the face that transcend
We are all together in one place, we are moving so fast
We are chasing them, and I am chasing her.