Falling Earth

As the wind rips ripples, clothing is all he hears,  
Her hands are on his chest, 
she is omni -vision, 
He feels pushed to the heavens.

But falling, he is falling,  
Streaking the skies, downwards,  
growing euphoria,  
layer by layer.

Colours overwhelming,  
Warm spreads of green, reddening browns, shining blue,  
she sits vivid, conscious,  
an expanding awareness, now he can see,  
she is alive!

Far below within shadow she is brewing, 
Purpling masses creeping,  
A collecting englowment, strobing, strikes ecstatic.
 
Veins of light, show the globe curving, 
slowly enfolding, enmeshing, enjoining,  
Her vessels contain her, 
Resources enflame her,  
I am her nature.
 
She pushes him, pulls him, 
from the earth, he has fallen,  
and now on approaches, 
slowly dropping to meet, his time runs out…
 
The return of force,  
seems apt.