Low Gravity

Basking in low gravity, in a fog
Wilting in your levity
Whitewashing 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