"The Edge"
"The Edge"
Walk to the edge,
enough to see over,
enough to make
your heart explode
right out of
your big
bosom breasts.
Your hands sweat
like morning dew
on the cold, stiff
overnight grass.
Your mind dazed,
like a drunkard.
Your breath
less.
You can't grip
anything
while your hands
sweat.
You can't hear
over the sound
of your own
hot breath.
The hairs
on your arms,
standing erect.
The goosebumps
are as large as
adolescent zits.
You can't
swallow
your own spit,
'cause there's
none left.
You haven't lived
until
your mind
blows,
the cranium
cracks
leaving the insides
exposed.
And your heart
is rubber,
so it
bounces
like a ball.
Play catch with me
on the edge
before
we fall
off
into
nothingness.
Your final
climax.
Oh, the ecstasy
there is
in one
last
breath.