“I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.”
― Albert Camus
Falling (In love)
And then I was falling
Through that mist of complete intoxication
I remember vividly the free fall, the rush
At times, all I wanted was for everything to stop
For the essence of that moment
To be encapsulated forever
I could not see the bottom
But I could feel your hand in mine
Intertwined in that special way only we know
Firmly gripped but as soft as your lips when we kissed
We fell together through the magic and the sorrow
We tumbled and danced and flowed
And twirled and laughed and glowed
But I grew weak with the weight of our failure
And as I grasped more tightly
Your grip loosened
Until you were gone
And I screamed for you
And I screamed for you
But another had your hand
Our story lost, redefined
Asleep in Gubbio, eyes still closed
I reached for you
I opened that nectar capsule briefly
And ravished a last, sweet drop
Beautiful people, the best
Grasp me, slowing my descent
But still I fall
And still I cannot see the bottom
Once more, all I want is for everything to stop
For pity's sake, where is the blessed bottom
With its cold, hard rocks
I am coming sweet rocks
. . . . . . . . . .
Take me soon
. . . . . . . . . .
Blot out my shame
