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 on washed wet hardness
You sometimes tease
permit me a laterality
Sometimes pulling me down
Sometimes falling to embrace
When theres nothing more stable
Than the floor
I can fall
in love
I can fall
in love