Sum-Sum-Summer

Standing on the edge

Of a cliff, I am

Confident.

Inches

From death, with

Thoughts only of life:

I have no need for

Jealousy, towards the

Hawk and eagle.

I have mastered

Their art: flying

From the edge of a cliff.

They stain my skin,

With their blood

Leaving delicate, purple bruises

On my fingertips.

But, they do me no harm

Their weapon is a mere

Kick in the mouth:

A tart bite,

Before the burst of sweet liquid

Is worth the fight.

The trees, flowers and weeds were ripe, ready and overwhelming.

            They smelt of sex:

                        Sweet,

                        Lustful,

                        Willing,

                        Desirous

            Was the only way to describe their potency.

I took a breath,

Drank their essence,

And fell victim to their wicked potion.