Robert Geraghty

In the depths of her eyes
The soft curve of her lips
Reflecting an inner beauty
Blindingly bright

Walking a tightrope
Of words
A web
Of possibilities
Exhilarated by the height
There is no fear
Of falling

A delicate dance
On the slickest ice
As easy
And natural
As breathing
As though practiced
To perfection

There is no fear
Daring me
To walk with her
So high
Over the abyss
I return the challenge
As worlds collide
And are lost
In the depths of her eyes

Robert Geraghty, Mon, 30 Nov 87
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