on the edge of everything

proximity is a dangerous thing

because the closer you get the better you can see the pain wedged between his lips and the ache in the corner of his eye

and the more he speaks the more your hands shake and your skin crawls with longing and denial

I think his warmth is a bonfire and my skin is sea foam

his gaze is heavy like cream his eyes crinkle with the shame of wanting

our hearts are beating and this distance in between is the only thing keeping our whole worlds together because it's all dependent on existing

and contact would be nothing but suicide

count your blessings and then hide your sins in hope your heart may forget again the way he makes your head spin

the way your lips crave his grin

the way your safety wares thin

getting as close as you can

without admitting all separation is torture though lack there of is forbidden

for this you must keep hidden

until all hope has passed