cliff walking
next to you,
next to death—
the two things I love most
with moonlight in your eyes
is enough to make me weep
fragrance of night,
of churning sea
lifts to me
lingers with the scent of you
embracing on tremulous rock,
listening to it crumbling,
and looking down
at the stars shimmering
on the ocean pools
far below
I pull you closer in case we fall,
to have one last kiss,
and we huddle against the rushing
wind and spray
of salty water