In this solid state

Tripping on my tongue

Like it’s ten feet long

My arms, fingers, muscles

All this useless heavy

Mass

It tethers me

To gravity

But the edges of

The heavens

Beckon me

The wispy sunrise

With its threads that

Promise warmth

A purple sunset

Cooling the tempers

Of the honey bees

Inside my soul

The moon

Singing its silver song

If I could claw away

This skin

Free myself

To float with my fairy kin

Above the trees

Into the clouds

But I can’t

Even with the magic

Of your breath

Beneath my wings