Cliff Jumping

If my brain was a disc,

It has slowed so much it is now running backwards.

The last time I reached a cliff hanger marked an end.

This cliff jump marks a beginning.

I keep flashing back to the jump moment,

And then I feel a tingle around my stomach.

It's like when my arms break into goose bumps,

Except the goose bumps are electrified with a gentle current.

Then a smile slips across my eyes;

I laugh to myself, though no one perceives why.

I could play that moment infinitely.

I go to sleep and the phantom senses flit through my mind.

Even asleep I must be catching glimpses of the phantoms.

And I wake up and realize I am straight as a circle.

I am so gay. And that is fine. I am just me.