Cliff Dance

The cliffs were the only place she could go to find the edge of love the only boundry between up and down, of faith and fate, a frontier where tears scratch slate with bursts of pearl pain and blood speaks to the sky for signs of passion's flood, sea below, blue as sapphire lonely glow churns the tide of romantic violence salting silence into a sizzle of desire's uproar, prehistoric granite a partner in the thunder of her wet tides and his solid lift of sheer ridges where vertical and horizontal make love in sharp contrast, horizon rich in ransom of freedom's sweet space hovers split by a sad pulse within her tired and pretty body, night moves into day like a prophecy born in the indigo of her cool inferno auguring only one thing, high speeds of love from comet's entrails, on the precipice of self diagnosis a vigil begins, ceremony of naked consciousness, gathering the raw material of her soul she lights a fire that burns like liquid crystal waving into the shy truth of shadows that no longer stand still, the cliff dance starts, influx of instinct imparts an innocent intuition foretelling with ferocious accuracy the survival or burial of they're love, pouring vinegar and wine on each breast she howls to the heights of His affection and crawls towards the flames to feel the sweat of lust in her veins, the animal in her rises to hunt through the heat, into passion complete, life and death move her feet, the pull of gravity gripping torso closer to the drop of dreams, a star breeze lashes and lifts her hair and limbs calling for ascendance, in a moment of reckless roundabout she hears His husky whisper of love with no doubt nibbling on inner ear, her heart won't lay still when His eyes see her as mystical, there is only one law of love that she lives by, kiss or die, only she knows the next step... J.A.B.