Between your strong arm and your warm body
I gasp for syllables that will keep me
anchored in this bed
these waves of cotton
because I am teetering on the edge
of an abyss, it’s your soul
should I dive without permission?

Between your loving and your beating heart
it’s safer if I stop at the taste of your flesh
and the sweetness of your breath
but I want your all
and I am falling,
should I let myself fall?

But my heart has leaped before me.