By Matthew Paul Olmos
out on this granite cold ledge once again
looking at the spill over into the empty of the crevasse
my hands are shaking a thousand seconds to ten
as i peer over an cannot make myself out in the vast
thick an water’filled clouds are pushing past me
trembling by body like a homeless story
i do not want to be there just only me
so i look behind me an see her only
she stands shaking just like i do
smiling her face but stepping up close
i’m scared the granite beneath our feet will move
an i wonder how warm her body will be, God only knows
i hate myself to shiver everytime love echoes in the rocks around,
but this tiny voice pushes me forward an i know i can’t resist the sound…
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