fall with you

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

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