There is no good reason to hang my hopes on a bet that I’ll lose
But sometimes I like to tell myself that as long as I jump into uncertainties believing in the happiness the leap will give me
I might be able to reconcile the losses at the end of the fall
I thrive on the ecstasy of being around you and sometimes I see the tunnels in your eyes, the fear of the crash
And you don’t see my hands holding you up with what strength I can give you before our time has come
Open up your peripheries to me just an iota, please
Don’t look at me with lustful eyes
Because sex is the only intimacy you will allow yourself to slip to me
For fear of something else might just quicken your landing
Land if you must! Right now
Put your feet on the ground and look up at me.
This is your unspoken inevitability
A chasm pressing it’s fingers in between us.
Take this space if you so wish it; take the premature choice if your fear demands it
I would rather bravely jump into the abyss holding your hand, biting your neck, squeezing your fingers, whispering so many repressed ruminations to you.
To land by your side and then be blinded by the dark.