At the edge of a cliff
we made love
under grey skies
your love came crushing over me
pushed me to the edge,

There was pain
rushing through my veins
and
pleasure, peace
with your soft skin against mine
brushing swiftly,
quietly,carefully
possessively gripping me
black and white-
now grey,

My lips parted
your name
escaping them in a gentle whisper
of relief,
of pain
knowing I might be repeating a mistake.

Your words-
hold on to me,
I'll never let you go
I reminisce holding on,
tight
   right.

Hazy sights
I couldn't feel you
my dream
was alive
you let go,
I heard the sound
a bell
in your grey eyes,
I saw the sun
a smile.

If you don't save me
again
I will hit the ground,
become a million grains of sand
when I come back,
in a different form-
a vase for your sunflowers
reminding you-
we made love
die
in our hearts.