I want to stand
on the edge of
a tall
building-pressed against
the steely bars, the wrought-iron
coils of metal,
icy on my
legs

I want to stand
on the edge of
love, with
you

hold my arms above
my head
let you absorb
all that I
am

drunken and
stupid-
hesitant and
wanting

the creamsicle
orange of a sunset-
the brilliant pink
smear of a
sailor's-trouble-sunrise
with you.
Everything with you.
Standing on the
edge of
everything,
you.

Tell me
you want to
stand with me
too.