The Fall
A Poem by TTBoy
I want to collapse with you
When we’ve done all that we need
and want to do with each other
I want to collapse with you
Though the towel we will use to
clean up the prettiness we made
will not be white
It will still be a pretty towel
I want to collapse with you
And when we decide to finally peel
each other away
the smacking sound our bodies make
will only make us want to come together
again and again
But eventually
it will have to end
somewhere
with someone praying face down
Collapsed
Yet still moving
gasping for something
talking smack that we both can back up
each time
only to collapse again
when trying to stand
© 2010 TTBoy
