THE LINE

With you I walk a thin precarious line~
my friend, my playmate, my confidant.
I am intrigued by your intelligence,
awed by your compassion and sensitivity,
blown away by your wit
and humbled by your integrity.

But step by tenuous step, I walk this line.
This line that separates minds from hearts,
a handshake from a hand held,
a simple hug from a sweet embrace.
I slowly put one foot in front of the other
on this thin line between a friend and a love.

I need you more as a friend than all else,
so I dare not stumble~
Feelings get repressed, words get muffled
behind clenched teeth, as images are scattered
with one slow, aching blink of my eyes
...and a deep, ever-resigned sigh.

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