365 Poems/214 Living Dangerously (Rough First Draft)

Living Dangerously

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.