Sunday, October 18, 2020

        Precipice

 

The man’s body is tanned, taut and

Erect against the face of the cliff.

 

This cliff that lifts itself up and out

Past a shining moon.

 

Fingertips and toes scraped raw

Search for tiny outcrops of rock

To assist the ascent.

 

A conversation only they

Can hear between Stone and

Man ensues. He is agile:

 

Chest rests on her granite,

Infinities of space at his back,

Thoughts like light, unified

Simply precise on this

Precipice.

 

She : unforgivingly real, loves

His heart so close, a silence

Near dusk and as vast, washed

Chestnut brown.


After hours of grueling argument

Here on this blade of knife, the edge

Of life, they melt, dissolve into

Agreement that all is

 

Fragile, everything

Erodes, our dreams

Do sing, and

 

Every singer is ascending.

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