Love has a way of embracing for impact
contact that begs to touch upon open lips
to inhale internal existence
the feeling of one's soul
scripted words invincibly spinning along ceilings
as walls crash to survive flood gates
held captive inside our history
so many words evaporate
recognized by pulsating heat filling rooms capacity
harmless never existed
words devoured gently upon mute lips
exhale's release as to be something
so real senses stimulate worry
dancing atop us so steadily we fall
like leaves finally letting go of survival
acknowledgement.....oh, the floating so gratifying
until our souls crash upon impact
we embrace
awaiting survival
comprehending nature's tortuous ways
so simply we decompose like faces
carved out and insulated we beg
for love has light
it guides
it dips
it bends...
like a rollercoaster we embrace
always recognizing the fear
fear of forever falling
into an unknown space
where control never existed
and secrets become revealed
so real we can see each other's hearts
beating red with love unconditionally pure
we fall
into this unknown feeling
because....like love.....we literally embrace
waiting
for
the impact
