Acrobats

Acrobats

She used to throw herself at me,
reach for my hand across our own Sistine Chapel,
make me feel like God,
whatever high she was on - I took her higher,
the earth moving under us.

Then we fell out in public.

It turned us upside down.
She's on three types of pills,
they rattle under her every move.

We're falling from grace every night,
sliding down the bill,
the ring's closing in on us -
soon we'll drop out of its circle.