We kiss <br />on the edge <br /> <br />of the cliff <br /> <br />dizzy with <br />the danger of it <br /> <br />the sea <br /> <br />greedily eating <br /> <br />the crumbling land <br />beneath us <br /> <br />& below us <br /> <br />waves crash <br />around the unseen <br /> <br />& seen <br />rocks. <br /> <br />You have to stand <br />on tip toe <br /> <br />to kiss me <br /> <br />& in my embrace <br />I lift you off your feet <br /> <br />as you dangle <br />from my kiss <br /> <br />you fasten your arms <br />tighter around my neck. <br /> <br />“Hold me over <br />the cliff... <br /> <br />kiss me...over its nothingness! ” <br /> <br />“So that I could fall <br />or you could dropp me <br />...if you wanted to! ” <br /> <br />Your mouth <br />kissing me intensely <br /> <br />as if you only <br />hanging from this <br /> <br />solitary <br />kiss <br /> <br />breathless <br />you tell me <br /> <br />it was like <br />“...walking on air <br /> <br />& if fell <br /> <br />I wouldn’t have cared! ” <br /> <br />The sea <br />cheated of us <br /> <br />bellows below <br />us <br /> <br />a minotaur <br />in this maze <br />of madness <br /> <br />you an Ariadne <br />I a Theseus <br /> <br />in the myth <br /> <br />of our own <br />making.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-myth-of-our-own-making/
