The Line

We crossed the line

Though invisible to the naked eye

It cuts through conscience

Like a hot knife through butter

I felt myself melt

Hot with guilt and condemnation

My defence mechanism automatically kicked in

Blame is my trump card

I see you have a full house!

I am flushed...

Awash with delusions

I fall face forward into another lustful encounter

Brimming with new found folly

I draw the line with a marker pen, black

But you lick your finger and smudge it

Blurring the lines between acceptable and reprehensible

I begin melting

History is on repeat

You have three of a kind

That’s not my thing..

I see the line in the distance and brace myself

I stop just before it and low and behold there is a pitfall

Right over the line and this time

I turn around and walk the other way

Only to bump into another obstacle playing cards in the middle of my path

I have a full house...

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

oh the battles with self to walk the straight and narrow...they are legend

[Rikkevi Rue]

i hear the unmistakeable echo of greatness.

[Poetic Justice]

thanks darling :)

[lee von cleef]

twisting smooth ,like all but "like a hot knife through butter" your poem .trumps tricks ,and twin peaks.

[Sukriti Suki]

Oh nice. What a piece this is. I like it more so for the comparison and the imagery. The game of cards, the game of life. Wonderful.

[Liza]

the allure to gamble with our hearts - you've combined this game masterfully - exquisite poetic mistress!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Some really great metaphors here to describe just how some people push our buttons purposely...

I draw the line with a marker pen, black
But you lick your finger and smudge it

thats my favorite.