• there you are, at the edge of a cliff,
    inching forward
    'til your toes settle on air.
    leaning forward,
    pivoting on the balls of your feet.
    the wind is the only thing holding you up.
    you lean too far.
    you give in to gravity
    and fall.

    there you are, at the edge of a kiss
    inching forward
    'til your nose settles on his.
    leaning forward,
    balancing on the balls of your feet.
    his touch is the only thing holding you up.
    you lean too far.
    you give in to his lips
    and fall.