Upstairs,
to the left and then right,
we climbed,
on top of a stormy night.
Upstairs,
we stood so close together,
free falling,
on the back of an eagle’s feather.
Upstairs,
brooding in sun and shade,
you wallow,
regretting that jump you never made.
Upstairs,
in the arms of a different lover,
once more,
you have the chance to recover.
This time,
jump!
