THE LINE

i know i shouldn't

you wouldn't

we couldn't


yet i find myself playing with fire

the same way i used to lick

my stubby fingers

pinching the burning candle wick

and extinguishing the flame

before mom could catch me

on quiet winter evenings


we want what we can't have

or, in this case

what we aren't even sure we want


yet there's a captivating allure between us

driving me to break toys

make noise

cause trouble


at this point

i can't tell what's real, what's fake

i can't be bothered tip toeing

avoiding mistakes

and you and i won't dare

communicate


so, i play with fire

as we get cozy

snuggling

edging closer to the line

that neither of us would cross


would we?