Low Gravity - The Acorn

Basking in low gravity, in a fog

Wilting in your levity

Whitewashing avenues of our widening disparities

We never made a sound just stared at one another

The heavy clouds that crowd your head, and above

Satellites that light the dead darkness of your vacuum

Your body bleeds in infrared

The shadow and the flame run from another

The river calm and tame sits above the undercurrents

Relish in the sound

The weightless words the heart attracts

I want it all;

no, I want you back;

the period a long ellipse

You can lose the weight but it all comes back