Precipice

We came to the next part together and eager,

trying on the accretion of coats,

your rough cheek against mine.

Cauldron eyes, you’re striking, ferrous, uncurdling me.

All points of passage between two bodies

are points of danger.

What will be left as “what-I-believe-in”

hits the surface of the water from a great height?

Now no passengers, no sails, no anchor, only the me-craft,

swimming like crazy through fire-sleeved water with you.

Breathing it, being burned by it.

Thinking sometimes to walk on it.

Also being encircled.

Also being dispersed.