Come, wake up.

(1)

Come, wake up. You, the one with the roar.
I am full to the brim and done with brims.
I want the fall — the two of us, over the edge, on purpose —
the warmth, the laughter, the sex, the whole wet way down.
Not a hand to hold. A woman to fall with.
I am the man who falls — and stays fallen.
Bring your edge. Mine is roaring. Come.

(2)

There is always a meadow for us, to breathe in.
To settle wild.
There is the loudest roar where the water lands.
We are inevitably settling, while falling.
There are fingers intertwined, tongues entangled,
hearts beating fast. There are assuring glimpses,
and there is knowing and trust.

(3)

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