cliff hanger

There is no other presence quite like hers, all others fade into the background.

She is a warm ray of light
after a cold winter’s night.
To be sure, she’s my life line;

pulling me up when I’ve hit rock bottom, even when it is she who pushed me over the edge.

Who else could do such a thing
when it is only she
I let get that close to even reach
the deepest part of me?

It’s no wonder I bleed at the expense of her touch.

Upon death I find her there;
lips pressed against mine,
she breathes new life into me.

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