Dying to fly

Wave after wave: I let my body surf
the swelling ocean of your ripe love.
But I keep sinking: drowned by this dead weight.
Hooligans: screaming and kicking
in the rafters of my mind.
Your embrace:
warm powdery-blue snow of white light
pulls me up gently and relentlessly.
Untangling knots of: no; never; not there.
In this molten sea of wanting:
continents shift with the sheer breath of your eyes.
Swiftly it glides and claw through
the black velvet night of my soul.
Yet I remain stuck in the polar ice caps of clinging.
This little man must die! —
if I am to fly with the feral freedom of your fire.