it pulled me down.

errant force clawing at the core form,
once inert in its grave indifference…;

…now,
ever reluctant, (and ungraceful)
in its forced descent into the
u n k n o w n ...;

arid tongue swelling in throat's depth,
as
corded neck callously holds silent screams captive;

larynx closed,
as heart ever beats erratically
within the confined inner recesses
of tightened chest's cavity…;

blood pumping aggressively through reed thin vessels -
(already filled to capacity and ready to burst
from the pressure);

hands flailing,
grasping erratically for leverage:

...for a touch;

...a feel...

the security of you...,

whilst howling winds eagerly hiss and spit
at the stubborn strands of the ‘fro -
two dominant, immovable forces alternatively clashing
to affect and effect the velocity of the fall;



gradually, the body shifted...,
as panicked reaction merged with reason’s counteraction,
and slowed its supernatal descent,

with elegant lines of corded,
elongated muscle gradually emerging
from the initial disorganised fray;

toes gracefully pointed,
aimed at the pedestal where they once stood;

heart rate now calm,
and stabilised,
as loving goals are realised,
when fear of the fall is conquered…

back now gracefully arched as hands
imploringly stretch; reach…;
fingers pointed,
…aimed at their willing target;

the once deviant fall now transformed
to gravity defying acrobatics....,
taking flight on whims of fleeting fancy,
for the inevitable embrace of your arms’ security.

gravity, no longer the anti-force
when corporeal form mates with
centrifugal forces to speed the
descent into love's sheer madness;

relishing, and anticipating the fall...;

serene smile now emblazoned
across windswept face….

…sinewy muscle gaining momentum
avidly embracing newton’s laws

…anxious to hasten the descent...,

all, as I fall in love
with you.

****
'Fro