Poetry

Falling

When you look into my eyes, does it feel like falling?

Or are you weightlessly floating into my orbit?

Does touching my skin knock you off a cliff?

Or pull you upward, higher, higher, past the skyline?

Do my legs wrapped around your middle send you tumbling into the grass?

Or anchor you to solid ground?

Am I your impending doom?

Or your saving grace?

Do I scare you?

Or am I your hope?

Are you falling –

Away from me?

Or rising

Into me?

Image by Heather Plew from Pixabay

4 thoughts on “Falling”

  2. I like this piece. I’ve always wondered why we call it ‘falling in love’? Floating feels more magical hehe..

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