Falling

The moonlight illuminates 

The subtle curve 

Of your spine and the 

Pale skin that shields 

Your organs and bones

But does little to defend you

Emotionally. 

Your breaths both

Deep and shallow 

Remain undisturbed 

Save for the occasional shudder 

That suggests so cautiously

That perhaps you are

Falling. 

Are you falling from the edge

On which you were 

Precariously balanced?

If I knew how to save

You from yourself 

Never would I 

Hesitate. 

You possess a stubborn beauty

That remains hidden in 

Your own eyes but has not once

Failed to capture my attention

And the only way I could ever

Possibly save you would be to

Hope.

Hope you are willing

To let me be your 

Wings and stop you from 

Ever falling unless by some 

Remarkable act of fortune and 

Fate you happened to be falling

For me.