Feeling a quake from the fortieth floor ( To a friend on the fortieth floor)

Something  shook.

 

I think it was my heart

Filled with the morning rush

And kisses sweet of last night

Lin     ger          ing.

 

A trembling glass, a bed that walks,

Furniture coming to life, the sky through the windows.

 

I need to jump, to catch a breath

the last? in my lungs.

 

The phone, it vibrates,

My heart, it palpitates,

The view is now a bird’s eye view

Gone cold.

 

Seagulls when do you land?

© 2011 by neelthemuse

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