The Fall

Wind in our hair and the sun on our faces,
we ran through the sand, the dunes, the wildflowers.
We reached a cliff where I peered down
over the falls,
beaming in anticipation,
before turning to look at you…
Tempted by the abyss,
who taunts with salacious adventure,
I closed my eyes, held my breath
then jumped –
Soaring, flying, falling into the depths,
my feet hit water and I was immersed
in refreshing delight.
The shock of submergence
revitalizing, seducing,
I surfaced,
gasped for air
…Orgasmic…
And found that you were not beside me.
Bathing in my preemptive bliss,
that was supposed to be ours,
I dove into exhilaration and danger
but, you –
you lingered,
content where it was safe.
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About Margaret Wang

In this crazy World, if we have something to say we should say it; whether in word, song, dance or paint. As writers, we write what we must, what we see, what we feel and what others experience but cannot articulate or understand. This is the duty and power of the writer; to release into the world our visions and our passions as if bleeding dry. Here at Stuck Pig I give you my word and hope that my voice reaches like minds so they know they are not alone, and unlike minds so they may share my glasses for a day. This is life lived as me, digested by me and translated for anyone caring to step out of their shoes for a few paragraph’s length. I am vulnerable and opinionated. You may judge me justly or unjustly, as I judge the rest of the world. I invite you to view Life through my window. View all posts by Margaret Wang

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