Whispers at the Precipice

If a whisper shivers down your spine

While your fingers trace the edges

Of a precipice in your soul

And mine,

While you find yourself longing

To just take the plunge

Into this light,

And if that whisper is warm

Like a hand full of stardust

Or one pressed against your back

Or arching feet

Or both,

Pay heed

Dear love

That voice is love's.