when we reached the edge

October 17, 2016

when we reached the edge
of desire, we were stupidly
surprised to find a
perilous drop with no
path nor handrails
to maintain a semblance
of control –
holding hands
without becoming
nervous holding
hands was our safest bet
.
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Written by yi-ching lin Posted in art, life, personal, poetry, reflections, thoughts, writing Tagged with comfort, control, desire, discomfort, drop, edge, feelings, hand-holding, handrail, holding hands, modicum, nerves, nervous, path, perilous, poetry, reflection, reflections, relationships, semblance, slippery, slippery slope