Filed in My Writing, People I Know, Poetry by on February 27, 2010 0 Comments

You and I are the kind of lovers
Who like to push at the edge?
In the open?

I stand in wonder with you
Looking over the cliff
Wondering when
Wondering if
If we could kill this

And yet the abyss calls us
Me to submission
You to public ecstasy

All is fair in our bed
I would declare it is undefiled
In our lovers bed

What better way to heal
Than in our blankets
I find you safe and warm


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