The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178


Volume-3                                                      June -2013                                              Number-1



Winging Love

by Anca Vlasopolos

      you must watch

      my every move as I hang

            weightless       that microsecond before the fall

      on your attention


      it may not be the eyes that solder our fusion

            though you must watch

      and I must know you hold my

            every twitch    my extra heartbeat      my in-drawn breath

                        within the spotlight of your gaze


      as I reach seeming reckless ever higher

      ready to spring through tent roof to the night

            sky       orbit with all my sequins like a comet

      I must know the moment I let go             the moment


      that old law grabs me by the hips

      to make of me a sod instead of star

            your hands

            will stretch

      —we have but a second    no second chances—

            connect           catch me by the wrists

            swing me through space so I can lift

      myself in all my sequins rising like a comet

      arc up

            buoyed by your hold

      to my aerie

            where I will take my bow

                        exactly timed to yours