No time to pull

out of

 

habitual tendencies

stretching in my atmosphere.

 

Atmospheric vapors

at the top of every leaf.

 

Leaflets of information

whisper how to handle

 

handlebars of sentiment

hanging loose on the spiral.

 

Spiraling from the way

we maybe thought

 

thoughts we aerate

should move.

 

Move closer to me

until I move closer

 

to the edge

of your atmosphere.

 

Atmospheric vapors

between us in no time.

 

No time to pull out of

these habitual

 

tendencies

to throw the tips

 

of my fingers

to the leaves.

 

Leave the handlebars

to drift