Falling

Ripping, wild, clothes to the ground
we found each other with instinct
scrambling, limbs and lips together
but not fast enough; never as fast
as we’d like, the alcohol fresh on our lips
traded like secrets in the playground
notes passed, eyes caught underground
an alignment

time fell into place
clock-hands disintegrated
in a moment; for all time
your words echo:

falling
falling
falling

I think I’m falling in love with you.

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