You lifted me off
the ground just
outside of town
where silent cliffs call to me.

I clung precariously in
fear I’d fall back to earth
after having fallen,
still falling, hard for you.

We bucked our clothes
and skinny dipped as
fireflies lit up and reflected
like lightening in your eyes.

I smelled your scent for
days and nights afterwards
as it lingered in my thoughts
and in my clothes.

Holding each other tight,
we feared we’d fall
into the stars that night
as gravity let us go.

Yes, we’d fall,
keep falling,
from the cliffs
of love.

The cliffs just outside of town,
fall all the way back to
the ground,
alone.

— Ronda Miller lives in Lawrence.