PLUMMET'S PULL

 

Plummet’s Pull

Your glance is a spark caught in a gale,

A laugh trapped in a throat of molten glass,

Teetering between a choke’s sharp edge

And a flood that could drown us both.

You defy the earth’s relentless tug,

On a world that decrees love is a descent.

Our words race like wildfire through dry pines,

A thrill that scorches while it burns.

It’s swifter than a stride, but doomed to blaze out,

No one will mourn when we shatter on the rocks below.

They’ll sneer, “You aimed for ruin, you reaped your fate,”

While we swear the ground vanished, leaving only stars.

I can’t shield you from the plunge, my hands too frail,

Can’t tame the chaos clawing at my core.

Don’t pierce me with that gaze, so fierce and raw—

We’re powerless against this planet’s iron law,

Where love is a freefall, a spiral to the void,

And every leap ends in jagged, breathless ruin.

The wind howls secrets we can’t unhear,

Its voice a blade slicing through our fragile vows.

We chased the horizon’s fleeting gold,

Thinking speed could outrun gravity’s grasp.

Now the cliffs loom, their shadows swallowing light,

And our laughter echoes where hope used to sing.

I trace the fault lines of our reckless dance,

Each step a dare to defy the fall.

The sky once held us, vast and forgiving,

But its embrace turned cold, a traitor’s kiss.

We’re tethered to this descent, no ropes to cut,

Falling through a night that knows no dawn.

Yet still I reach, fingers grazing your fleeting form,

As if touch could rewrite the stars’ cruel script.

The ground rushes up, a verdict carved in stone,

But your eyes—wild, unyielding—hold me fast.

On this world that insists love is a plummet,