I love you
over the moon—
all the way above it,
high above.

Around the dark side
and plummeting downwards,
past the other side
of the earth,

around the bottom,
back up our side.
But still never touching—
and I don’t want it to,

so when it comes
back beneath its arc
and starts to fall
straight down atop us,

you, you
must catch it.