Choice

At the brink

of wonder or disaster

we lie

with minds touching

We didn't move

We didn't dare cross that inch between our lips

So we breathed

together,

Terrified.

a crevice

stretches deep

Sound disappears

sight remains.

I held your hand,

you asked me if I liked the Leonard Cohen song,

I do, even though it's about a prostitute.

You said "Yeah, but it's sweet."

You meant sweet like peaches,

not like a new guitar.