365 Poems/214 Living Dangerously (Rough First Draft)
We move dangerously close
to the cliff edge, and that’s when
you open your mouth, and I taste
the festival of your tongue.
While the wind buffers our bodies,
you unpeel my heart and bite into it
like you would a ripe orange.
You force me to fan out my limbs,
even though I’m scared the wind
will use any excuse to lift me up
and away over the thrashing, hungry
waves. You say ‘do you trust me?’
And I say yes. And you throw me
far, far over the edge.