By Angel
Date: 12 November 1998

Walking that Tight-Wire of Love

teetering way above the real ground
aroused by the vertigo of love's wire
nothing between but the invisible net of resillency
I slowly venture out to that point of no return
then quicken the pace to mask that awful fear of vulnerability
too afraid to glance back now, I continue
without the safety of wire,net or even hope
for nothing 'real' stands between me and the hard ground
and I am surely and hopelessly in love
such a fine line for me to cross
and the grand finale is quite near
Fear not...I am a pro:learned my lessons well
...so why do I teeter mid-way like this?
I have crossed this same wire before
...but now...I find myself lingering
giddily toying with cruel fate
wearing a devilish grin
Why do I lift my foot in such a clumsy way,tempting gravity?
could FALLING be the grandest trick of all?

                               Angel