Close To The Edge A Man Will Make His Choice

It’s probably morning now where you are. And I know there are breezes confused with whispers, perhaps it isn’t wisdom to leave no feeling leashed; Coming down is the hardest thing after all when you have no wings. None practical! What is this contortion of speech, could it be honest craft? Let it be left at this: May you not shake in presence of those who must see you as the pillars of what you stand for.

And It’s silly of me because I’m talking to myself again. As I make these high risk decisions with nothing more than a craft cocktail imbibed – Hell I don’t shake an ounce – The drink is stirred of course, but I’m talking about my tolerance for danger

There would be times we’d drink, and she’d start speaking her language; Her language was people. When she’d speak it she was this light; Warm, she became bliss. She would revel in my arms knowing nothing but bliss. At rest in close propinquity to my chest, I’d place a kiss upon her forehead. That was my language – I stopped speaking it.

And I guess I can flashback – Well what’s the furthest you’ve ever driven with your eyes closed? ย I’ve counted to ten. –
She’d smack me saying, “You’re going to kill us one of these days.” I always knew I would be the one to kill us. Everyone knew,

I’m not quite sure how to explain this. It’s surely love, but not like I ever imagined. Maybe that’s because love can’t really be imagined the same way we are able to feel it. I can go days living and never worry that I’ve missed a thing. When enough time has passed we come to each other; With all the learnings of the days gone by; You kiss me with intrigue – A constantly shifting river flowing from the one and only source. It can be summed up only like this; If you know how to love, youโ€™ll never run out.

At least that is how it should have been – We’re human though – We aim to be gods, and on our own we have a shot; Together itย seems we fall short in communicating visions. When all reason says we should be able to do more in unisonย – We do less. Even if we build the tower higher… Have we gone further? This could be the wrong direction. I know me though – Here talking to myself again before I take this risk always trying to understand your voice in case you might convince me – You know me though.

29 thoughts on “Close To The Edge A Man Will Make His Choice

  1. Plum says:

    Oh my, you are an excellent writer. I love this: “I know there are breezes confused with whispers”

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  2. vsvevg says:

    Alchemy and Alcohol. That make me smile this morning.

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  3. Karen Moon says:

    Nice writing. I hope you don’t actually drink as much as you write about it. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  4. anisanur93 says:

    This is beautifully somber and your writing is fantastic!

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  5. I am happy you enjoyed some of my old poetry. I will definitely be back to read what you have here.

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  6. footnotepoet says:

    man, this was really arresting ๐Ÿ™‚

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  7. thoughtsofavi says:

    so good!

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  8. Lita Pixel says:

    I got lost in this… “Her language was people. When sheโ€™d speak it she was this light; Warm, she became bliss. She would revel in my arms knowing nothing but bliss” ๐Ÿ™‚

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  9. vhosking says:

    Crystal Skull vodka. I have a bottle on the shelf.

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  10. writing, writing, words words words. says:

    Lovely. I’ll be back to read again and again. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  11. This reads as though it came from your marrow. So powerful.

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