As promised. A Valentine poem, for a contest

On Falling (In Love and Otherwise)
For K&D

Our first meeting
was not a pleasant one.
I was in pain and scared
after taking a fall,
and you were playing hero
to an unwilling damsel,
who just wanted to get back on,
because when you fall off,
that's what you do.
Get back on.
But I was hurt, and badly,
a broken leg that would
cripple me, should I insist
on remounting the beast.
That was the first time
you called me kitten,
but it wouldn't be the last
(I scowled at you for it.
Remember? For a love-name given
by someone I hardly knew).
I don't know just when
I fell in love with you,
which is strange;
usually, I remember falling -
usually, I am afraid of it.
But here, it seems we
fell together, fast and hard,
and then caught each other
somewhere on the way down.




There's another coming, longer and a little less comprehensible to those who have not read Falling, which is what these poems are based off of.


&hearts