throw yourself

if you throw yourself

at anything at all

is it the catching you want

or the fall

like leaves whispering sweet somethings

lingering flavors on my tongue

so young

our heart has just begun

rooted in not two but one

pulsing breath intermingled with

each new sigh scraped across

days ending

this pretending

we’ve never been here before

ignore

our last attempt to repeat

that very first leap

back into love