At the Edge of Everything

We talked awhile that night A façade of words Through which we could both see It was happening Her and I stood at the edge of everything
We knew nothing No acquaintance was needed I breathed her in Dark eyebrows framed her face Accenting the brushstrokes and soft colors A portrait of allure Shades of escape Hues of a landslide Doors creaking open An outstretched hand
Not wrong for the soul Let this painting be mine And home would never be the same No walls, no ceiling Sacrificed by her admission I allowed this And braced myself For the fall
I drank too much of her Lost for a time The guilt of thirst stung Like a diamond cutting into my flesh Again and again and over again
At the end of the night The unsung notes of Wanton Reckless Abandon Coded on my breath I kissed her cheek Stepped back and watched her go
She smiled It was real Alive with promise and passion Her love like napalm In the jungle of mediocrity I opened my arms Palms to the sky All my life at that moment Ceased to matter At the edge of everything I lept and watched as it all fell away at my feet
Her hand was warm.