A Oneness Of Two Souls Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

I want her fraying knickers
To remain in my firm grasp
While I unfasten her bra.
I want her body tilting forward on tiptoe,
Teetering on the verge of losing all balance,
All control while kissing me.

I want to feel the weight of an angel
Who has discarded her wings
To stand on the ledge of the 15th floor,
On a precipice with me
Who knows if a destructive wind should blow
I'll definitely catch her and break her fall.
And her, mine.

Not out of kindness or generosity or pity
Not out of any need for some self-fulfilment
But from the knowledge,
A place of knowing that in catching her
I, too, am rescued, and I, too, am delivered
To where I am meant to be.

A oneness of two souls
Trapped beneath the thin ice.
Sharing what's left of nothing
Without the other.
In a final breath, a final push,
A final kiss of life, entering eternity.