Winking In The Dark
If I stepped closer to the edge,
would I dare say, 'Please dont' go'?
That although I can't see you,
your 'presence' affects me.
Two days are forever,
and Mondays are sublime.
If I peered over the edge,
could I reach out and touch you?
Take your hand in mine
and sit and talk for hours.
Hold your face in my two hands
and softly stroke your hair.
If I teeter on the edge,
could I hold you in my arms?
Lay my head against your chest
and hear the beating of your heart.
Inhale the scent of soap and aftershave,
and a lingering hint of coffee.
If I stepped over the edge,
falling uncontrolably,
spinning, tumbling,
towards uncharted territory.
Would you grab me by the hand,
and rescue me from myself?
Pulling me back over the edge
safely away and then
look intently, knowingly
into my eyes and say.....
We should save our winking
for in the dark.