Newton’s second law

motion of bodies
driven by impulses
falling faster toward her
gravity pulls me forward
a force proportional to the mass of our bodies
it’s only the resistance of the air
that slows me down
Newton’s second law
makes me hesitate
pressing my lips against her fingers
until the gravitational pull of a distant star
tears her away from me
the further apart, the smaller the force
now I prefer Aristotle in my state of rest