Vertigo

Les rêves des amoureux sont comm’(e) le bon vin
Crashing against my own sense of self importance
La vie politique

Beneath my breath
I whisper the creed of the libertarian
The slow reasoned intoxicating freedom
Like a blessing of justice
frees me again and I run
To you
While the ground falls away beneath me

I breathe in your scent and the excitement in the air
Like the sailor who fell from grace
with the sea

Your hair shines like the sun
your lips glisten like the snow
I trace the line of your dress like a double black diamond run
That electric charge , that sense of happiness
of purpose
and sin

I give up control
if for the moment
or forever