frost below—
the only clouds
from tingling lips—
wisps of breath
you've yet to steal away.
follow you
down hidden alleys,
cross slippery streams.
upon the bridge we stop,
suspended:
neither there nor here.
look below, the perilous river,
the icy shimmer of your eyes.
you beckon me to take
the plunge.
drawing near the edge,
have to wonder- if
i fall
-will you catch me?
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