The Plunge

A cold night in the city with a beautiful stranger. {poetry}

my aura shivers.

chill of new discovery:
all i touch
turns diamond.

headlong rush,
glittering shadows,
sparkling world:

frost below—
the only clouds
from tingling lips—
wisps of breath
you've yet to steal away.

follow you
down hidden alleys,
cross slippery streams.

upon the bridge we stop,
suspended:
neither there nor here.
look below, the perilous river,
the icy shimmer of your eyes.
you beckon me to take
the plunge.

drawing near the edge,
have to wonder- if
i fall
-will you catch me?