Start #3: Writer's Block

I'm changing Start #3 - Writer's Block Wednesday to Writer's Block becuase I never know which day of the week I'm going to get my juices flowing.  So, here I am on Monday catching up from last Wednesday's word, Brace.

BRACE FOR THE FALL

On the edge, I am
You are
a pier walking out into the lake,
reaching out for my hands
withdrawn on my chest.

My tears fall into the water
Surrounding you, gently colliding
into the solidness of you.
I let them pour out of me,
feel my chest rise and fall
beneath my hands, beneath yours.

I hold my breath, brace myself
fearful to set foot on your planks,
to move, to love, to unfold,
to give myself to you.

Choking through tears,
my feet move beneath me, one slowly in front of the other.
I cannot see the bottom from here.

Are you afraid?  I ask.
Are you worried?
Are you apprehensive?
Are you any of these things that I am that stop me from sprinting with
wood creaking under me, water lapping around me, breezes tousling my hair,
diving off the end, into you?

No, you answer.
Not any of these things.

I close my eyes and let go.
Nothing has ever been so simple.