Unspoken fascination

We walk the edge of the cliff

Every step a piano key

As you guide your hands across my neck

And the air begins to turn into thick smoke

I don't know what to expect

With your unspoken fascination

Your trauma sits in the corner

As you relish in a body not covered in scars

But your touch releases so many questions

That seem too tall to climb

Like a tower that pokes through the clouds