that nightmare where you're falling

it all goes down the same shoot
eventually hitting the bottom
love flung me through
with maddening propulsion
whiplashing power of movement
my blood flow
the desire
the incredible aching
when I finally landed
now no amount of adjusting
will recover
what I took from it
I like the memory
of our crooked spines locked
and the turmoil
of choice and timing
and the way you wrung me
before tossing me
in the spiral motion
hoping I'd dry out
but I didn't
I am the river
into which you poured
all of your waste
hoping I would channel
and filter you
before you found yourself
sliding down the darkness
and waking up alone