Give Me Love

I am falling.

Falling endlessly. It brings me a sort of comfort, the comfort of not being in control. Not being responsible. Still falling.
Still no control.

Then I stop.
I stop falling. But i'm still not in control. The ghost of a smile touches my lips.
Silence.
For a second we are hovering in mid-air, stuck in the moment. The next i'm pushed up against a wall, our faces so close I can feel his eyes staring into my closed ones.
I sigh in content.

"Amor."