One Poem by Edward Lee
WE AS OUR ENDINGS
My skin closedaround the tip of your knife,
almost as fast
as it had parted,
surprising you so much
your hand slipped from the hilt
and you stumbled back
and fell off the edge of the cliff
I had been pushing you towards
across the length of our lifetime,
my blood on your hands, but
only for a moment, before
the ocean into which you fell
washed it all away.
Edward Lee's poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen, The Blue Nib and Poetry Wales. His poetry collections include A Foetal Heart, Bones Speaking With Hard Tongues, To Touch The Sky And Never Know The Ground Again and The Heart As Dust Lost In The Wind. He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Orson Carroll, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.
His blog/website can be found at https://edwardmlee.wordpress.com
