Ripe Reluctance

How long does it take to fly?

Or is it just the feeling of falling

That we experience?

It begins in the form of an ache

Somewhere words wont reach

It summons goose-pimples

And embarrassment 

It squirms beneath the surface

Crawling after traced fingertips

It presses its presence 

Always unnoticed

It swells heedlessly, further yet

Unobserved from our angles

Stirring the cords of my throat

Ever so silently

It dances about my synopses

Throwing words recognizable

Though mutual in our motions

We reek of indifference 

I mouth It anyway

In hopes that you'll hear

How long does it take to fly?

Or is it only the falling that

We will ever know?

Reviews

[BlackPrince]

'How long does it take to fly?
Or is it just the feeling of falling that we experience?'

I consider this the most accurate question on the notion of 'falling in love' (a phrase which is contradictory).

Well done!!!