Falling Home / Reading Room / Poetry / Falling Falling the next breezecannot come from the Seathe breath of lifesweet and sour smellof lips yet to kisstobacco and boozecandy and cakeshollow memoriesof clenched handsand teethsnapjaw smilepull me so closeI fall through youpull me so closeI just plain fall Home / Reading Room / Poetry / Falling