F = Gm1m2 / r2

‘It’s gravity, baby’,

and that’s how it started:
three whispered words
under the bleachers,
two bodies
pulled into orbit.

From tongues of flame,
halting caterwauls
               breathlessly
                              stumbled
before flicking faster into long, thirsty nights

of lying thisclose, seeking new worlds
and unexplored places;
the smoke on your breath promising
freedom and danger.

A nevermore season of quicksilver moments
beneath a peeping-tom moon
suddenly ended, just like it started –

there’s a point during free-fall
where you pause to consider
whether to brace or just to surrender.
For a second or two
you feel like you’re floating
then the ground rushes up
to show you how endings
can sound like beginnings
but that
is just gravity,
baby.

Ryan Stone

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17 thoughts on “F = Gm1m2 / r2

  1. I liked this poem the first time I read it and it hasn’t lost any of it’s magic. I think my favorite part is the stanza beginning ‘a nevermore season of quicksilver moments…’ beautiful! I love your image too – I’ve been trying to figure out ‘what and how’? Don’t tell me though – I like the mystery!

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