I peer through the black
I strain so hard to see;
a keyhole appears.

And I fall in

I tumble down, thrashed
and abuse by the branches
of the summer. The brittle
leaves tear at my skin
catching in my hair.
Frigid hands, now grip my bones.

And I fall in

to your fingers
laced, already
waiting for the catch.
warm, careworn
they snake around me
folding me into a cloud
weaving me into a cloth
with you.