Abyss Mal

at the end of it all
you’ll see slate
specked with midnight
your calloused hands
clutching goose-kissed arms
nipples setting
against the scratch
of your woolen shroud
drops of sweat
spreading across your nape
   In the face
of such human sensations
it will take real gall
to listen for my voice
   don’t go without me
   don’t leave without me
   take me with you
but you will jump anyway

Go ahead and jump