Poem 2

Tried something different.

When I fall for you, 
It will start and it will not stop.
A sliver that grows into a deluge 
Until the waters thunder down the mountainside
And the earth itself comes undone beneath me. 

When I fall for you, 
It will first be for your eyes.
The heat that spans the space between
My gaze locked on yours
And the shade of green that belongs to no one else. 

When I fall for you, 
Your voice will take me next. 
I’ll hear it in my dreams
When your shoulder is pressed to mine
And I feel it in my chest, and miss it when it’s gone. 

When I fall for you, 
I will not wish for wings. 
I’ll be the anti-Icarus and I’ll leap right into the void
And I’ll meet his end all the same 
Drunk on a different kind of freedom. 

When I fall for you, 
It will be from the highest point. 
The summit of your altar
Your divine and honeyed pedestal 
On which I’ll swear that I have never met another like you. 

When I fall for you,
I’ll be used to the sensation
Of the earth rushing up to meet me
And the swift, ungraceful end. 

I fear I always fall.
I have yet to be caught.