Life on the edge…
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The merest thought of you
Brings me to the edge
Of Love’s cliff face
The precipice
Of desire.
Here I teeter, and rock,
Thrilling with the desire to leap
Face first
Into the chasm,
To cast doubt to the wind,
To fall into you.
Once, when I was young and brave,
I would have stumbled over the edge
Without ever knowing it was there.
Once, when I was in pain,
Suffering the torments
Of Love despoiled,
I would have spat into the wind
Then wondered why my face was wet.
And there was a time, my sweet
When I would have lied
And told the world that I had leapt -
Only to climb free
In victory.
Instead, I find myself
Warmed by the updraft,
Thrilled by possibilities,
Charmed by my own desire,
Knowing only
That this is where I remain.
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I really like this – excellently penned.
Anna 
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