Falling into the Fallen

Falling, falling, falling— Limp like the rag doll I used to play with But that has now been packed away in a storage box Somewhere amongst the dust of the forgotten in the attic— You hold me up again. I fall into the cushion of your palm Face down, buried into your tender skin. The sweet and familiar scent of you Like hot cocoa in the winter or barbecue grills in the summer Like the flowers that bloom in the spring And the crisp smell of leaves that have Fallen in the fall. They have fallen like I have But with no support to help them Climb their way back up From their darkest depths to the Loving branches of the tree As you have done for me. You have thrown me a ladder Sent the ambulance on my way. Never have you led me astray. Never have you let me fallen All the way down into the limitless ditch. Never have I kept my head down Because of you. In love, I have Fallen, fallen, fallen.