Sitting on her roof
high above the clouds
wondering if
I should kiss her,
or not

Wondering is my way
to catch myself before
I fall, as falling is forever
if you understand what
I mean?

Sitting on her roof
with her joining me
on a whim, a dare of sorts
to defy the gravity of reason
hovering beneath us

I try not to
look into her eyes,
for fear that,
they will take me higher

Swinging her feet,
her ankle bracelet dangles
tempting me to catch it,
catch her before, she too

Sitting on her roof
not being able to resist
stealing a less than guarded kiss
with almost no
at all…