falling is a sensitive subject
from heights, from depths
any level cripples me
may a catching lover deem
the descender worthy of rescue

hurt from scrapes, not scorn
bleed from thickets, not from his thorn
ascend as if falling is the most
comfortable lawlessness
down toward desperate words of rope

human from the start, naïve since birth
falling, tumbling, nearing the floors he's touched
and again, in full integrity, missing
the core of the earth to land in
someone's arms

-c.j.