Falling

I am falling through love,

that exists on some timescale.

The past, the present, the future. 

It exists, 

at some time. 

I am falling through love. 

This is not “poetry”,

it never was and never could be,

I write about my direct experience, 

it is real.

I am accountable for writing it simply. 

I am falling through love.

Like a net cast through time around me,

Some days I am caught by you, 

and you, 

and you.

I am falling through love. 

And I am learning to revere this love you have for me,

that only seems possible through the strength of sexuality, 

That is pulling me back so subtly to mainstream reality.

I am falling through love.