Centripetal

it is summer again like when I first met you

the sun burns and the wind smells of grass

I am laughing again and falling into a sky

so wide and blue the world spins again

so suddenly I am walking in circles

with you unknowingly into a path

going deeper, and darker, the air

condenses onto the cold walls,

and droplets trickle down,

down, my flushed cheeks,

echoing against the walls,

of my beating heart,

my pounding,

against your chest--

I am spiraling

into you, 

into

the deepest chamber,

from where you would sow your seed,

and thunder rumbles.

it is raining again like when I first loved you,

the snails return, laying pink eggs in the grass.