A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

Boundaries erected

and I know they’ll be respected

but that doesn’t change the feelings deep inside.

Trying to recover

from the times you call me lover

and I’m blushing in a way I cannot hide.

But I must hide the sparks

that your words light in my heart,

and the chain reaction lit by words you say.

My internal response

hidden: I feign a nonchalance

but my body is an instrument you play.

Symphony of desire,

you compose my internal fire,

and I’m sure playing with this will leave me burned,

but I have no defence

against affection so intense.

I’m forgetting all the lessons I have learned.

We can only be friends

so we both know we must pretend

that there’s nothing else lurking beneath our words,

but we both know it’s true

that you love me and I love you

and there’s nothing we can do to ease this hurt.