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