Muses of the Past
I hoped beyond hope that we understood
on what precarious precipice we were standing
Revolving around each other
Shoulders paralleled
In that elegant, ancient lock
Waiting for the other to intentionally misstep and fall
Make that initial move that would lead to
the sequence of togetherness that cannot end
But uncertainty certainly lingered in the air
An indifferent gravity pulled us closer together
bending the space between us
slowing down time
We fought it less and less
As it pulled more and more
It seemed so natural
Accelerating towards some inevitable point
Closer and nearer until I slipped past the event horizon
But lucky you,
You escaped the timeless trap where only the dense survive
You must have sensed my fall
I could tell by your trembling legs
That you too desperately wanted to fall
But I could also tell
When you would bite your upper lip
And your eyes would avoid mine
That you would refuse to fall
So be it
On to another muse
But still I see them
And now you join them
Muses of the past
Thrice you had ice blue opals
Once, innocent brown corral
Glaring, glistening under water
But all
a mere reach beyond my escaping breath
I hope they drown;
I pray they can’t hold their breath forever
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