Falling, Falling,
they all fall
like snow
like autumn leaves
like rain
like tears
like blood
like me
never me
and the down curve of the line on his face shows on my brow.
like metal
like rock
like words
like wood
and the river he keeps blocking over and over cracks him and i see it behind his eyes!
like walls
like damns
like caves
like minds
and the monster inside the pool begs and pleads the keeper for milk but the sky and the ocean can never meet, even if they are lovers.
like her hate
like his mate
like my sorrow
like our love
and the stones are wet, the tree is bent and the stars fall like rain to burn the floor of his heart as they squeeze the bloody muscle to bits
like ice
like fire
like wind
like tears
but they never fall from the face of my mountain, they just fall from the pebbles at the bace forever growing to the nowhere sky
as i fall
into his arms
but are they mine?
or his?