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.

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