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


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.


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