bubbles out of its sub-atomic origins
emerging out of the caverns of the formless
and sits there humming and thumping my form from its lips
the form of my soul piles up in layers around me,
like children crawling
fingers, hands and feet on top of me,
all this within the great big ball of you
they never tire of this
growing of my soul
as I disappear beneath the leaves
of their tiny, sweet
little brushstrokes so green
you are breaking out through a door
pulsing between my shoulder blades
It feels like your lips are poised between them
blowing up my heart bigger and bigger
will I burst?
does that even matter?
there is laughter on the lips of children
their eyes swirl in circles
darting and swerving
like silverfish around me
are they forming my soul?
how can I float so weightless inside your Body?
as I let you blow me up and
toss me into the wind