Risk

The fear of taking a risk.

The hawk dives into the unknown;
I can see him vanish for a fleeting moment;
Then grasp a hold of and neutralize that subtle uncertainty
         A whisper; the difference between inadequacy and triumph;
Sirens in my ears are your words like alarm bells
Would I survive the jump?
Left unsaid are things which bring new death.
My existence is you.
The sun burns black bulging blotches into my bland skin;
Fire scorches like lava poured directly on my heart
Soot gathers in my lungs and I gasp;
I can't speak.
I won't.
Love is the grip of a lionesses teeth in the neck of a gazelle.
As I lay dying our eyes will meet
Finally, I visualize what I'll never have.
Eugene Finley