Spinning...

... I see a world from downside-up through a kaleidoscope of prisms.  Colors bend and flex and merge into one another, mysteriously creating pockets for light to break through; gaps in the design.  I think I'm drunk, but I can't be sure.  Was it you who gave me that drink?  My heart is singing too loud for my sensible thought to speak, and I don't care.  

The birds are telling me to smile.  Maybe I should listen.  They have such sweet voices, those birds.  One is asking the other over for tea, but the second doesn't want to go because he would much rather have tea with that third bird over there, the pretty blue one with the white mark on its head.  I can hear them talking:

"Oh but it will be such a lovely tea!  We can also have crumpets" (I haven't any idea what crumpets are but they sound delightful!) "with jam, or butter if you prefer."  

"No, no, I am much too busy for tea and crumpets today.  Perhaps some other time."  

"Oh yes, oh yes, of course!  of course!  Anther time..."  Poor little bird, she doesn't know he wants tea with the blue bird!  Dear me, who should tell her?  

My eye catches you looking at me.  Suddenly I'm flush and swing around the long, thick, wooden pole holding up the canopy to hide from your gaze.  It's rough bark rubs over my soft, unscathed hands as I twist my body around its being.  I burry my head and laugh into the beam.  Your footsteps tell me you're coming closer so I continue to twist around this dividing line between us; the game of cat-and-mouse has begun.  I dip left and dive right, but your strong, solid hand finds mine and I'm paralyzed.  You grin down into my hazy eyes that are dreaming back up at you.  My body is calm as you reach your arm around my waist and draw me closer.  You smell like leather and spices and I can almost taste your scent on my tongue.  I've never felt so wonderfully lost before.  

One of your hands reaches up and your fingers curl around my neck, your thumb resting just below my parted lips.  I feel my head slowly sink back and my eyes stare up above at the canopy.  Greens and blues and yellows and browns dance before my eyes.  It's all so magical, this moment, but I can't seem to find my thoughts.  Did you steal them from me?  You make our bodies start swaying together, to and fro, in and out, a rhythm like the lines in the bark.  I feel a rush like fire over my body, and the world is spinning...