Height of the Fall

Close the distance between us�" 

The narrow path 

Strewn with stars 

In the deepening ocean. 

I see the space between 

Your fingers 

The gap between your 

Arm and your waist.

I see the fury 

That exists between us

And the heat 

In the middle with you. 

All I need is half an excuse�"

A remnant of a reason 

To hold you like 

I might never feel my own skin 

On yours again.