You dug me
Out of the earth and
Molded my shape
To your
will
When it was necessary
We would
collapse
Into each other
Smothering our
potential
And robbing our future
After
We would rock through the night
With gentle hip movements
And soft fingertips
Painting ourselves
In the mud of
creation
I would
flirt
With the edge
Hoping to
fall
Just to feel you catch me.