Non-Erotic PoetryGravityThe chin rests, a jigsaw puzzle
on the indent of a shoulder,
and a final exhale fits me
like India once found land
On the nuzzle of Panasia.
How comfortable the ground is
beneath me. The souls of my feet
love the earth, share inside jokes,
sink to hug at every step,
pull to part past every step.
Earth is my loneliest acquaintance,
gripping me like a tired lover,
grifting gravity at the turns—
The ever-fearful friend who knows
I would leave him if I could.
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