Flying Rabbits

It sweeps through like Santa Anna winds throw the trees.

Swaying in and out of this electric current of ecstasy. 

Eyes closed, yet, light is bright, gripping, grabbing, squeezing tight.

Exhale the air pent up inside.

Release what remands of this pleasure filled tide.

Snapped Back, eyes open, relaxed, still.

Turn, meet the eyes whose responsible for the thrill. 

Darkness surrounds, still sight is in reach.

In dark, in shade, all is clearer to me.

No image just feeling sweeping, carrying away anything unsettling that occurred during day. Two, too noises, two, too voices.

Now we are one.

Lay there pretzeled for remanding night.  

Sure that Jack Rabbits had just taken Flight.