picking daisies

I'm on a mountain topBirdseye to the worldIsolated on a cloud lonely with the sunSelf contamination waiting to be pierced by loveSet in a chamber of the room that disappears upon the spotlightAbsorbing the demarcation which  sparks us allTopsey turvy keeping in step on the line of where I'm supposed to be.In, above and below somersaulting to save a lifeTouch a cheekBreak open a wishHolding your brilliance in the palm of my hand naked to the sensesBoldly painted sweetly on each edge of the tug of war.Not letting goNever to make the move bounceSticking in the line in the sandVictorylay.......hidden........lossavoidedMummed in the word of unspokenSet on different islands manifesting the worldSticking to a break in the icePlunged insulated by the current of forget me notsHe loves meNot......he lovesAnother pedal floating to the ground with childish laughter bating it backRisking it all in slow motionThrough thick framed glassesLeaning on the countertopOne leg suspended poised in position to run the other wayExquisitely defined jeteScooped up by the angels of mercy sinkingmajestically to dream it all away in the cotton folds of my bed.