Free Fall


I give myself to a gathering storm

shine when I start a day close to her.

The moment I taste the sky

she pulls the thorns out of my lips

and all I want to do is wrap myself in her until the lights go out.

This is not a breeze, it blows you over.


She closes her eyes, looks up for the high notes.

She pauses the music to count to one hundred by prime numbers.

I can’t stop looking.


It’s the suffocating mix of

heartache and a stomach drop.

Sometimes I’m the cloud,

sometimes I’m the rain

but I would rather free fall

than let her go

no matter how far up I am.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/7/18

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