The floor moves under me lifts up deliberately Tripping me up pulls me softly almost tenderly with gravity pulling me down to kiss it like a lover would like a lover should pulled like only love could You and I have long been lovers I know your textured surfaces well having explored you. Falling is an act of hommage or love. I stumble over your body exploring the softness of carpet like pubic hair of tiles like skin stretched tight of concrete hardness like bones. Slipping…