Against Gravity
Posted by Garrett Carey | Filed under Poetry, Print
I will love you for just one night.
There is a specific Thursday evening
for the sensation
of a browning leaf coming across concrete,
your navel lifting from the sheets
where your soul tried to leave the limits
of your skin, your ascension, the frenzy
of your promises to God, the scent of it.
There is one night
for my lips to put down their words
and rest on your temple, and I will
hold you closer than I hold anything
and I will ask that you not sit up
at 1:13am and ask me why
anything is where it is. You are
here because of this
moment. I am where I will always be.
We had our words and reasons
in the living room
and we left them there. You are in
my bed. Leave it
a chance to be beautiful.
