Consent to the Fall Poem, by – NoeticNonsense, at My poetic side

and should you meet

my love by chance

in a reading room

or a café

you’ll be met

intimate and gentle by

a love that lands soft

but permeates deep

but should we meet

in Eden

and find ourselves

entangled between satin

sheets

I will devour you

then feed you the apple

I truly fancy the fall

but I fall all the way

I love beyond the point

of safety

my love bleeds passion

I’m pragmatic

in the middle

we meet

then climb to the top

a team

it’s your hand

that I want to hold

let me chaperone you

into the shadows

where I can show you

my truth

Consent to the Fall