Lyndon Seitz is a student of writing from Massachusetts who hopes to see his work continually improve. His poetry has appeared in a few journals online and in print. He most often finds himself writing about jazz, love, and philosophical questions.
Waterfalling
By Lyndon Seitz
When I see you, I have that category of fantasy in which I imagine you grasping on the edge of a cliff and the edge of my fingertips can reach you, yet the only thing I can do is hold on as best I can but there is absolutely no footing to be had here so I start slipping and your pinched brow and loosening grip tell me you know this therefore you try to release yourself so that maybe you won’t have to die knowing you took me with you.
You start falling down.
But I jump in after you,
Knowing I might as well
Be dead and buried otherwise
And so I kiss you as we transmute
Into two little man-shaped droplets
That multiply and expand over and over
Covering your entire field of vision in some sort
Of crazy dance that must have been invented by lovebirds
Learning to fly in the heat of the moment since these words
Might be the last sober and rational ones I ever speak aloud to you
And I wonder if we’ll reach the river that is at the bottom of this cliff
Because I’m not sure what happens then because I can’t get to that part
So I need you here with the clouds in your head shaped the same way.
I want to explore new worlds with you.
I never want to reach impact.
I hope our bodies keep cascading in a waterfall embrace.
