Free Fall

for Beth These cloudless nights, the sky becomes a wheel where suns revolve around an axle star ... Look there, and choose. Decide which moon is yours. Sink Lethe-ward, held only by a heel. Advantage. Disadvantage. Who can tell? To see is not to know, but you can feel the tug sometimes—the gravity, the shell as lustrous as damp pearl. You sink, you reel toward some draining revelation. Air— too thin to grasp, to breath. Such pressure. Gasp. The stars invert, electric, everywhere. And so we fall in spirals through night’s fissure— two beings—pale, intent to fall forever around each other—fumbling at love’s tether ... now separate, now distant, now together. Originally published by Sonnet Scroll