The Edge of the Cliff
Intensive spring, her season of flower,
Full vigorous essence, beauty's wonder,
Horizon of womanhood - her power
Intimidated me, mind asunder.
Her lips so soft but pressing pleasant there,
No way could I repay her art's measure,
Such opened passion - more than I could bear,
No full reply had I to this treasure.
She sensed my frailty in the interplay,
All then was lost, the moment cast aside,
Time could not hold the pace, she fell away,
So go then, little boy, you run and hide.
Now decades later, I can only sigh,
Best day of my life, ready not was I.
December 9, 2016
For Sara Kendrick's contest - 'Three Choices Plus Two Which Equals Five Or I Haven't Got a Clue' (Pandora's Box version).
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