You fall in
I’m your net again
My acrobat
My lovely, bending grace
You point your chin high
Aim for the sky
Reaching, knowing with absolute certainty
Of success or security
The latter being me
Your very own girl-next-door type
As you dream about teenagers on yachts

You’re tumbling toward me
so I open my arms eagerly
I pull you in
like a man from the sea

I’m deep in your ocean
Flooded with thirst
Sweet tea

A boy who loves romance
with suspicion
who guards himself with the understanding
he is likely the more vulnerable one
Since I care so much about what you think
I’ve forgotten that you get carried away, too.

You know as well as I do.
You’re sailing toward a rocky shore.
My hands seek to intercept your arc,
your flight precipitated by your pronouncement–
What does it mean that she doesn’t know you?
She misses
You’re
going down
to me.
With me for a moment
but the show must go on