We are hiking two sides of a mountain, we have no choice but to summit at the same time.
You won’t go too close to the edge, for you have a fear of heights.
I am crouched, hands entangled and grasping at the rocks and roots.
You will help me release my grip, so I can put my hands in yours.
I will convince you that this time, I will not let go.
We will embrace and sweetly lean into the open air. Down, down, we will go. Smiling and laughing, twisting bodies intertwined.
