Love on the Brink


Sixteen percent through

half of the climb,

dusted with starting over again

An explosion of something that’s

new and a thousand years old,

whispering wishes and then


We’re grasping at still air,

clenching a tighter fist every moment,

trying to fly until we sink

Portals and keyholes,

drowning until we’ve been saved,

Must be love on the brink

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Written 6/14/16

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Mellow Mood

"Portals and keyholes," a fine combination. ~A~