Anticipation

ahhh...skydiving

The whirr of the engine
slices my voice from thin air.

The pungent smell of burnt oil
singes the hairs of my nostrils.

The breeze of the open door
tries to suck me into the open sky.

The windsock waving gently
beckons me from below.

The whisper of adrenaline
tickles the buds of my tongue.

The feeling of freedom
aches from within my soul.