You are
a gust of wind that
pushes me into a clear pool
a depth of ocean
that pulls me with enough
force to catapult me into
the sky. (oh I am afraid
of heights)
But I free fall -
the air muffling my scream---
a slap of wild earth
against my skin -
you are
a landslide - I slip
through a waterfall
your grasp I float
with ease in a river
flowing towards
grass. I roll to dry
the dew crowning my hair.

We lay on a net full of stars.
Another day awaits.

We are new.