for Lorilei
Falling Down
Rushing like a southernly
wind
across an Ohio field
I was pulled into you;
Your life became mine in a dream
I had when we had yet
to set our own eyes on each other's
bare bodies, sculptures of rapture,
trapped in time like fate,
oblivious to everything crashing down around us.
I fell into your eyes like a drowning man
far from shore,
sinking across space,
waiting to notice every sunset with you that I could.
The strangeness was hardly ever there,
like a ghost of romance gasping for life,
and I fell some more.
I'm still falling, day by day.
Saturday, November 25,
2000
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for Lorilei