boundary
A line drawn in reality,
Her on one side,
Holding my heart,
And me on the other,
confined by ethics.
consignd to the dark.
But i've crossed that line.
Just one inch,
the same as a mile.
Id sell my soul ,
to see her smile,
Her scent is on me,
trapped in my hair .
the taste of her skin
is upon my lips,
her radiance fills my eyes.
her texture on my fingertips.
An inch or a mile,
its all the same,
my desire brings shame.
But love is a strange game.
The heart too who can take it.
Not always where you would lay it.
I turned aside
the first time.
not again.
though I sin.
Unrepentative.
