Free Fall

Who do I blame for
Widening pupils
hungry wooden bowls
Filled
With
Unspoken
I love you's
Unassuming
Hopefulness
Feathering of warm thoughts
Plumes of impatience
That condense and float
Suspended by only
Baited breath
I go, you go.
Our small mustard seed
Planted in a holy place
Not a cathedral
But earthy
grace

I shouldn't like you
The way I do
Listening to the cling
Of words
I say


Shhh you reply
Hear it

Feel it
Taste it

The moment before
You

Just
Fall
Free