"Love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave." (Song of Solomon 8:6)
at the edge of the precipice

barely breathing, hardly seeing;

human frailty is transfiguration.

she is held close in his embrace,

he imagines her never more beautiful

and she is in awe of his tender strength.

their hearts beat as one even if for this

one last second, together and alive.

at any moment the hands may lose

their grasp, and the bottom waits

with gaping, ravenous jaws.

if only that moment of the plunge

might last forever, an eternal staring

into eyes, hands clasped in frozen time.

memories that endure for mere seconds

count for what richness they contain.