Gravity

Naked soles
on russet rain-soaked earth;
each emerald blade
a tower above my head.
Hanging by a dread;
wound around
your fickle fingers

Distant invisible ceiling;
dragged down
by the gravity of my being
here
with you,
without will or willingness
to be without you.

Please,
just cut me loose;
let me go now –

I no longer have far to fall

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