secrets I can fly no one believes me they say I am crazy self-absorbed delusional but sometimes late at night I pull myself inside myself and lift slowly above the ground into the air pulling harder pushing higher above the trees resting in branches I look over and see you there waiting for me I rub your belly like a buddha pressing gently against your shirt my wishes become flesh in secrets that I see laughing like a tired child as you walk away from me your face turns inviting shadows into darkness listening to your footsteps playing softly in the rain