Curiosity

May have killed the cat

but it was only one of his

lives, so I’d argue the juice

may have been worth the

squeeze. After all, what is there

to live for if not the wonder of

discovery — the jolt of acidic

tartness on a willing tongue;

toes on the ledge, dipping

themselves toward infinity

as a heart pounds against

its slender ribcage; eyes

meeting eyes for the first

time, wondering what secrets

may be revealed if both

are brave enough to

not look away.