I hate to call this falling
for when you fall,
you’re scared
and fearful of what  will happen when you land

I hope I never land
I want to continue…whatever this is…

flying,
escaping,
feeling,
loving…

The shivers that travel up my arms,
back
and neck
when he looks at me that way…
when he stares,
whispers,
touches…

Tell me how I am supposed to feel,
I know what it feels like to fall –
but this is not falling.