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