Glenn Johnson’s poem Asleep appeared here in May 2013.
Gravity
By Glenn Johnson
By Glenn Johnson
Falling in love …
Is it a fall?
Or just stumbling, tripping over romantic myth and illusion …
Then recklessly, mindlessly careening into each other’s arms.
Is it a fall?
Or just stumbling, tripping over romantic myth and illusion …
Then recklessly, mindlessly careening into each other’s arms.
The seduction of entwined bodies and hearts.
Enthralled … The heaviness of breathing … gasping for air.
A little death? … A rebirth?
Do our hearts know the difference between lust and intimacy?
