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.