The Swing

It is almost a singing deep inside.
You swing from hell to heaven
with your moods;
are jaunty,
maybe hungry, sometimes rude;
in this way hang on promise
as if good food
were longing for a body.

So hold your tongue between white teeth and ride
the ecstasy that rises,
swing legs out
to touch the sky with toes.
As you swing back, lean body part way forward,
pull legs in,
get ready once again to swing legs out
and lean back,
pulling heaven in the hope
of lifting love past transoms
though you know
the glimpse you get is brief.

You will swing back, regardless.
Once tension returns to ropes that you have pulled,
just rest there.
You will slow down after love and such exertion.
Just to breathe is always good.