I fell for you on the stage.
The way you saw me without bravado.
Stripped me of presence.
Your gaze was at a man, not performer.
You drew me in with your eyes.

I fell into you on the dance floor.
Your waist; a metronome
whose rhythm I wished to keep.
I know your drums, introduced you to my moves.
You caught me with your hips.

I fell from your sky.
A shine you’ve chosen to reflect.
Pinging along your milky way
To crash through your atmosphere.
A slingshot through our cosmos.
Pull me close.
Hold me with your gravity.