this mountain

I sit atop

this mountain

calling down at you,

watching you climb

and instead of throwing

ropes I throw myself,

aiming for your arms

because you aimed

first and hit my heart

and, colliding, we

stumble down

the slope before

we realize we

need no mountain:

we’re already flying.


 

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this mountain

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