(There is never an inappropriate time to delve into D’Angelo’s “Brown Sugar” album.  There’s something peaceful about it.  Day 304…)

Send me in ecstasy with your love…

I wanted to fly
But heights make me nervous
So I needed an angel
To show me how it’s done.

My breath being taken away
My chest swollen with her downwind
Following her essence like perfume trailing off her collarbone
Makes being up here
More dream come true than nightmare

Whoever said it was lonely at the top
Didn’t soar high enough
Didn’t reach for the heavenly body among the stars
They merely got close enough to look at them