Cautiously polite
He guided me to the edge of
the abyss
Looking through me
My back to infinity
He pushed me towards the edge
with a kiss
His eyes closed as I fell into space
Spreading my wings
in a freedom flight
and rising
he fell onto my shoulders
Then cradled by the span of my feathered hopes
We flew down...
by Berette Macaulay
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