for a young man.

greedy hands on hungry hips
forehead hugs and navel kisses.
lips locked to keep in
the words we couldn't say

how many running shoes does he need for eight months?

treads run thinner on a road for two
the view from the cliffs is stunning
like the stars and the moon,
it stirs something inside yourself.

but the fall is worse, the risk are higher
the path turns narrow and you lose yourself.
the edges crumble beneath your well-worn feet
the descent to the waves is cold, quick, lonely.

but under the water the silence is whole
free to think, your heart begins to move again
not for someone else; for none but you
your mind recalls
the cadence of the cliffs
the silence of the seas

the final peice
part two of two.
where you realize you
are you.