Uncertainty

[sunnylove]

I know exactly where I stand
On the edge of waterfalls
At the tops of cliffs

Not knowing when the wind will come
And if I stand here long enough, unmoving
Eventually I will fall

At the bottom, motionless, and stunned
the last breath before I hit
is a kiss, an apology, a lost desire

But I will only be
a scent washed away
a touch rinsed from his skin

At the top, alive, kinetic
I'm stepping forward
a hand extended and held

And I will be
A scent he longs for in his bed
A stray hair, touching his skin

But I am standing
On the edge of waterfalls,
at the tops of cliffs