An acrobat
I tumble
Your voice
A low rumble
My walls
Melt and crumble
And I fumble
And mumble

I’m clumsy and strange
I’m not used to this space
I’m so used to falling
But your siren song, calling,
Sings me to our place,
though I don’t see your face
And it sings through the night
Though you can’t hold me tight.

The abandon
When you are truly mine.
And there’s no state line
Between us.