You and I standing
on the fragile edges of love,
I on yours, you on mine,
arms wide open and ready
to unfold our hovering wings,
capriciously teasing the gusts
and the wheezy tender breeze.
Icarus by Henry Matisse
The question is whether or not
we'll still be facing other
and if then, without faltering,
together we'll jump into the abyss
and dance to the laughing wind
very softly, and so damn closely
even if it's just for a little while.
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