I was thrown from the pedestal
to the cold floor
scattered about like
a pile of tempered pins
My mind rushed to all directions
attempted to secure a clearance
pleaded for calm and still respite
You showed up
like a magnetic field
allowed the space and silence
pulled my head straight
towards you
my being reunited before
I made the final dash to you
Our hands and feet
foreheads and noses
lips and chins
mountains and valleys
all intertwined in
the voltex of
magnetic pull
