Brace position

Our love soared over

city lights at night,

dotted with patches

of darkness where

houses and streets ended

and rivers meandered

doubt amongst the bright.

You felt it first,

the imminent Crash,

slid into brace position

before me.

Our rate of descent

too fast to land calmly.


[Image (c) JFXie 2011 CC by 2.0]