In Descent

Forgive me for my intensity, I am

Asteroidal;

It is in my nature

To burn.

You brought the sun and now daylight smells like you;

Carried on the morning breeze, I breathe you in 

From all directions.

A white-peppered beard like winter's first dusting,

Eyes gleaming auburn and abyssal,

He speaks like lightning in the distance:

Beautiful and dangerous;

Divine.

And somewhere in that distant storm,

I understand, like mourning would, that

I've been falling all my life and never knew it until now.

It's not that grief is understanding,

Nor that belief is reprimanding,

It's that moments are eternal when we let them ruminate...

Love and her placidity, when

Bloodflow turns to urgency.

Turgid in descent, senses as yet not regained,

I've no need for daring leaps when here aloft I have remained.

Where Icarus or Lucifer before me might have cursed the 

Sky above,

I just watch it like a gravestone in my groundward flight.

Heaven, hell, and the clamor in-between, I

See the earth at skull-break speed.

Despite knowing I will never taste your skin,

I know that I will strike the same velocity again.

Because, after all, I fall in love as to the ground;

Effortlessly.