THE FRAGILE LINE
I don’t mean to confuse you, Or twist your thoughts in knots. I don’t mean to capture your heart, Or soothe the ego that you’ve brought. I’ve told you—my heart belongs to him, A love that overflows and fills my core. Yet, still, my body craves your touch, An ache I cannot choose to ignore. I love the way my body knows you, How I can simply be myself, The way you stare when we’re in conversation, And how your laughter lights my shell. I can talk to you about anything, But still, my heart remains apart. I give you my body, yet he holds the strings Of the deeper pull within my heart. I give you pleasure because he has my time You get the fantasy, while he gets my life. But I know you, too, have your own world, And so, I draw this fragile line. So take me as I stand before you, Incomplete without your touch, Incomplete without his love, In your own ways, you both complete me.