Friday, January 29, 2010

On the Brink

Place yourself in my hands, give of yourself to me.
Open up, be unafraid to show the edge of your desire.
Speak your words, shed your skin, release the carnal song both dark and light.
Come to me, come here to me. Dip, taste, eat, fuse your craving with my own.
Breathe in, let go, live now. Walk, run, leap, plunge deep and hard and long.


The Panserbjørne said...

Standing on the brink, waiting, wondering, fearing. Stepping back and away from that awesome height, turning away...but only to get a good run-up, then launch out and across and down and in.

The drifting it sings to me. Your voice floats on the wind.

-- PB

Cheeky Minx said...

And I am grateful it has found your ear PB...