and so i fell into you, an empty nothing. looking for a place to be forever breathless

and oh how you were so empty. save that rocky bottom against which i now lie crushed and broken 

(how i wish to keep falling)

i dream of turning you over, and scraping my self off what would then be a rocky ceiling. dripping off stalactites (the former stalagmites against which i am currently impaled)

falling. this time in reverse forming myself back into something whole, something beautiful. falling. this time breath filling my lungs, an endless inhalation taking back all those divine parts of me i so recklessly gave to you. falling. this time not into an empty nothing, but into an endless something. 

a lustrous, primordial, maternal, eternal, ever-so-endless someplace something