Waterfall State

I do not know how to do this

Poems are words that come in two

Together that’s where creation waits

Some artists live more in-love

In that combination state

I crack at the tear ducts

One side dry, one side dry

But I swear that I

Have been there too

On the teary side

The slippery slope

I’ve swum alive

Like falling does for those who breathe

That watery line

That possibility rhyme

Only lives at the cusp

Of infinite waterfalls

And I’ve been there before

In invitation

I’ve leaped

It’s a breeze to fall

Into waiting arms

But now

Do I wait

But how

Is it fate

That I free-flow my words into a mirror mate

We are not yet acquainted

But I would like to get to know

I would like to know at least

That mine is yet unsated