Past, The Edge Poem by James McLain

Both girls thought that the third one knew.
That either one of those things could not be continued.
Desire it is hard.
Within each other hot moods how they swing.
Suffering at the edge, and is that carelessly falling?
In utter silence the girls see in each other folds.
The third one of them who shouts out you knew,
struggled within she it includes and continues.
Rather than be black mailed by the tender mouth reaching.
Her eyesight grew sore,
and one's physical characteristics of mutual feelings,
drove the other over and past the dark edge.