Cliff

He came and went 
with kisses in between 
but even flesh and 
desire and passion couldn’t 
bridge our gap not 
even sweat and spit
mixing could fill the 
gaping holes of the 
truth we were strangers
climbing the same cliff 
grabbing onto the other 
not to help but 
to ascend to get 
somewhere not near but
above the clouds and 
the ahhh of triumph
and the closing of 
doors and the chill
of the sweat and 
spit and me still 
there on the cliff
alone clinging wondering having 
never reached the top