Low Gravity - The Acorn
Basking in low gravity in a fog
Wilting in your levity
White washing 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
