The Fall

Breathing fire just short of heaven
listening to the rise and fall
seems if lips and fingertips
are trembling after all
Edge of love's elation
push I do to watch her slip
nothing quite can interest
like the guise of rising hips
Held in love's surrender
fearful not as lightning hits
assured as storms go passing
re-amassing here like this
Breathing fire just short of heaven
lips of love to now exhale
listening to the rise and fall
I've grown to know so well