Push him

We were dancing on the edge of love,
Beneath us: dark hate,
but heaven above
and I thought:
‘shall I push him?’

So close to the edge:
I could make it end,
But here amongst the dark,
you’re my only friend.

You led my body in our dance,
Between all dark,
it’s our romance,

And then, while standing on my toes,
I whisper into your ear:
Oh Baby, the end is near.