My boyfriend and I
Grew up together as playmates.
In our twelfth year we went
to the Mountain of Gifts.
I found a Balloon and a Parachute
Whereas my pal got only a balloon.
Arose my balloon
To the sky with my ecstacy
Until a rapturous explosion
sinking me to a heavenly stupor
That trembled my soul as I descended
To a bluish-green lake of a sky
Floating in my Parachute.
Away somewhere my pal went up
To an upward Odyssey to a fatal explosion
And fell down to earth and broke his spine.
He was angry with me.
He chained me to him so that
I would never caress the sky alone.
He took me to the sky with him
And clung to me to get
A share of my parachute.
The burden brought us down so fast that it
nearly injured us both.
He was desperate.
He chained me tighter so that
I would never kiss the sky alone.
Years and years rolled by.
Still he is afraid of falling
from heights.
Still he has a faulty spine.
Still he used to beg ridiculously
for a share of my Parachute.
Maria Rose
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/balloon-and-parachute/
