lily

at cliff edge my darling dances, tiptoes and windswept honey-gold hair. i say, 'my sweet come to daddy, come here princess, you're scaring me.' but that roar of wind is so loud in her ears she sways and looks upon me a moment like i've been only quiet admiring, never calling. she laps in the taste of salty-wave and sand, and she is magic in all her softness. but she is so close and one toe pushes rock downledge and i'm running, oh dear me, i'm running for my darling on the sea cliff, i'm running and i'm all love for her. for her who is me in those eyes and lips, who is me in those smiles. i'm running and she's stopped, standing with her little lips apart like that, puffy bottom lip dropped and sunshine all sparkly white-blue in her eyes. she's stopped and i cannot, i'm running, i'm running, oh silly me, running downwards towards her on the cliff and i have her in my arms, my fairy princess! my brighter-than-sun darling! we're dancing and then, oh, toes, foot slips, we slip and are falling. me and my lily playing alice in wonderland into the crashing waves, short fall and holding our breaths. us beneath the water. us bursting from water, eyes stinging but grinning, lily giggling with wet, matted eyelashes. us. and the love that never falters.