Your arms brush against mine,
nerves shot up in quivers.
A pulse follows in hurry,
so afraid to wither.
Hungry for an embrace,
I taunt you with my eyes.
Head rested on your chest,
can you silence my cries?
In a moment or two,
you consume me;
just a dying echo,
for thoughts can't be as free.
Should friends act like lovers?
Such things as borrowed time?
Though I want to have you,
don't want to call you mine.
You can't have me either,
constrictions I despise.
Yet I'm tied down knowing,
I never will suffice.
I want to be wanted,
such pleads of vanity?
An uncalled moral stand,
a questioned sanity.
My eyes aren't set on you,
I'm not being a tease.
Yet I will be honest,
with you I feel at ease.
Everyday companion,
when will our talks end?
Not that I'm complaining,
just too much rules to bend.
There is one fear I have,
that I may not control.
Rocks exposed in the cold,
might later break and fall.
