Let me fall
Not down, but backward-
through a wall of sweet-smelling flowers
The burning orange of summer
and I will land on my knees-
pressed into the soft soil.
A sweet and solid sleep
where I may dream of every colour-
ignore that they all burned to black
and that I have the ashes, still-
pushed underneath my pillow.
From which you slowly lift my head
to gently kiss my broken brow
Let me fall, now- not down, not down.