11/30/2018
You grip my throat
I gasp for air
Deep into
My eyes, you stare
You know just what
It is you do
I am me
I am you
Let it be
No surprise
When the sun
Does not rise
You do it to
Yourself each time
Maybe this is
The end of the line
Like a tightrope
The line: you toe
Left then right
Steady and slow
Trying like hell
Not to trip
All the while
You know the risk
See how foolish
You can be
To taste a sliver
Ephemeral, Free