![]() The Fine LineA Poem by KayYou want to be near, but never touching - like a star on a New York summer night that carries my dreams and winks at me affectionately, but I can never quite grasp you. You want to sway me like a moon and ocean dance, using your magnetic nature from across the room, blowing kisses with your bright eyes, but I’m not allowed to feel you. It’s unfair, the “inbetween” position, keeping me from self-respect and banned from unrestrained embrace. You’re that spoonful of sweet milk that I must hold in place, but must not open myself up to taste. That’s too close - the point of suffocation, like a needle to your bubble and a suitcase of feathers on your delicate face. You need to be observed, only, like an endangered white elephant left to its own sensitive habitat, dangerously near extinction if claimed. You are the ruler of this bargain; to love you, I must shallowly love you, on shallow shores, in shallow space, in a shallow attempt to withhold so much tender depth. © 2018 KayReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 30, 2018 Last Updated on September 30, 2018 Author![]() KayUnited KingdomAbout"Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindne.. more..Writing
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