I Shall Not Leap Off Cliffs Anymore

I Shall Not Leap Off Cliffs Anymore

I will not go jumping off cliffs anymore,
The precipitous fall
As the wind breezes between
The short distance to the ground.
A short leap, as though simply falling off the table
And yet I shall jump still

I will leap off cliffs no more
Simply for the thrill.
Rush of the heart as beats quicken,
Shortness of breath
As though contained
In midst orgasm.
Tingles of the teeth and skin as ecstasy sets in
Orgasmic heights often conflict with grounded reality.
And yet I shall jump still

I am not to pounce off cliffs anymore,
As a cat pounces upon a mouse in the brush;
A romp, really, when perched overhead,
Prey in sight, let the fun begin.
Ideations and flights of fancy
Forming fantastical flurries in attempts to scurry.
Pursued in reckless abandon for sanity.
Often, I forget am I the predator or prey.
And yet, I shall jump still.

I shall jump, and jump, ‘til I can jump no more
I will fall, leap, pounce, scurry, flee and soar.
I’ll climb every limb in every maple tree,
Climb wind columns pursuing fleeting flocks of fancy.
Plunge through clouds, down mountainsides and to abysmal depths
I shall jump, if not to feel the rush
Then instead to confront the very face of death.

In this greeting I will live
As my heart skips a beat
My eyes dilate with every breathy intake
Amid midsummer’s sensual heat.
Heart on the line, and emotions in throat
Daring to leap off the edge in attempt to keep these moments afloat.

I’ll leap still, not caring to look where I land
My body will twist and turn until my feet touch the sand.
And I will leap, yes, I’ll leap to heights I’ve yet to reach,
Land on the moon and touch the sun, as was Icarus’ destiny
I’ll leap, perhaps fall, crash and burn
I’ll leap until it is finally my turn.

I will not go jumping off cliffs anymore,
and yet
I shall jump still.