edge of your tongue

Edge of Your Tongue
Version I
The water closes in
And the night holds my breath like thought on the edge of your tongue
Dangling precariously like my mind on the edge of decision
Desiring a graceful death, but death is never graceful
You with your inconstant atmosphere and me with my flickering soul
All my fears consumed by you, who left me hanging in the balance
Beneath a sky unlit by your eyes that taught me how to cry;
My breath like thought on the edge of your tongue
Mutilation of my soul, suspended
Graceful death sought as the night snuffs out the day
Myriad of scars impending
Laughter as my soaring soul
Unties like a balloon.