In The Myth Of Our Own Making Poem by Dónall Dempsey

We kiss
on the edge

of the cliff

dizzy with
the danger of it

the sea

greedily eating

the crumbling land
beneath us

& below us

waves crash
around the unseen

& seen
rocks.

You have to stand
on tip toe

to kiss me

& in my embrace
I lift you off your feet

as you dangle
from my kiss

you fasten your arms
tighter around my neck.

“Hold me over
the cliff...

kiss me...over its nothingness! ”

“So that I could fall
or you could dropp me
...if you wanted to! ”

Your mouth
kissing me intensely

as if you only
hanging from this

solitary
kiss

breathless
you tell me

it was like
“...walking on air

& if fell

I wouldn’t have cared! ”

The sea
cheated of us

bellows below
us

a minotaur
in this maze
of madness

you an Ariadne
I a Theseus

in the myth

of our own
making.