There is a cave in Mexico so deep
they jump with parachutes into the dark,
a free fall into oblivion.
This heart's dependency,
like staring into the mouth of fathomless unknown.
Fear sparks a fuse in my spine
with the impulse of aching need.
Ivy rooted in granite.
Curls of mica to stone.
I'll trail and hang
from your steadiness.
Anchor yourself in me.
I stand vulnerable to whatever end
with you.
