Crossing the Line
You held my face in your handsLike you have so many times before
But then I spy something in your eyes
A subtle glimpse of something more
My confidant, we've known each other
For so long, and seen so much
Why is it now, you raise my brow
Not content to look but touch?
It's always been plutonic
I'm not looking for a partner
But you kiss my cheek, my knees go weak
Goodbyes are getting harder
Maybe it's nightingale syndrome
We've nursed each other through our pain
Should I fight you in my sights
Will we ever be the same?
Now our actions have no words
Just heavy, breathy sighs
You are my friend, but in the end,
Isn't that where the beginning lies?
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-07-18 at 18:57
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