The Fall

I hang

Suspended

Entangled in the

Web of your gaze

Suspended

I hang

Waiting

Mesmerised

Captured

In pools of light,

Galaxies reflected

From your eyes

Seized by light

I hang half-way

In the chasm

Between our kiss

In that moment

Between our breath

Caught in the universe

Of your gaze

I slip into

The roaring

Silence

Of love’s abyss

Particles

Diluted molecules

Fragments of expectations

Caught in the weave

Of insecurities

Welded together

Played with fierce

Intensity

Masks that were

Part of me

To hide the me

I could not be

Particles of possibilities

I could not lace

Together

Together?

I wish I was

Though perhaps not

Would I live

Age ossified into

Calcified, calloused certainty

Insecurities welded into predictability

I’ve learnt to love

The spaces

Between the insecurities

I’ve learnt to play with less

Intensity, and

Somewhere between the masks

There is me