The Edge

Blissfully succumbing
yearning,
eyes closed,
tongue
searching
lips still sticky
and vulnerable
unable to disunite
and so
eagerly desire
to be ripped apart
and pulled
toward
Nirvana's event horizon
of post ecstasy driven
fantasies fulfilled.
Laying, perspiring
a crumbled mass
a quivering,
pulsating nebula
awaiting collapse
prenatally becoming
primordial
black holes,
spent supernovas
of rapture,
elation,
and euphoria
awaiting
at center
where
on the edge of ecstasy
the universe
for but the briefest of moments,
a singularity
a distortion of
time dilation
revolves around
us,
only us!

G. Thomas Edwards is a son, a father, a grandfather, a poet, an artist, a writer, and an outdoorsman who enjoys living in the high Sierra at Lake Tahoe.

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