To fall in love feels like flying?

i am the bubble girl
floating above this picasso world
and oh it looks like guernica
oh it looks like hell
but it is beautiful
as these tears blur the shapes
and shades
into something that looks like birth
with all its stretching and tearing
full of breaking and bleeding
but still a thing of beauty
and i drift away
with the colours swirling around me
oily rainbows that surround me
and slide into puddles
around my sticky feet
gather at my hands
where they touch this tenuous membrane
i leave nothing but a faint shadow on the ground
like a chalk outline on the pavement
-don't touch that dear
you don't know where that's been
you don't know what that is-
and the colours roil and rage
tumbling across each other
twisting around in great knots of light
like some crystal spillage
some painters dropped oils
and they build and build
as i float away

In a balloon the colours come
as it consumes its own oxygen
when all the air is gone
it pops

I told you i can't breathe without you.
with these last gasp i'll tell you
i fell....