Lines.

I want to bend the lines without actually crossing them.  I want to reach soooo far across the line, that it almost feels like I can't stop reaching, that I might fall.   But I know I will never fall.  But I want to know that I could.  Even though I know that I will never. 

I want to be wanted.  I want you to want to bend the lines, reach across, grab me by the hair, pull my face towards yours, look into my eyes, want me, want us, want.  I want to know you want to cross the line.  I want to know you want to touch me, to love me, to take me places I've never been.  I want you to want to hold me, after we make love, and I cry happy tears onto your bare chest.  I want to share a secret smile across the room.  I want you to wear red when you know we'll be seeing each other, just for me.  Our little secret secret, just so I know you want me & you want to bend the lines too.

But I love him.  And, I don't want to cross the line.  I never want to cross the line.  But, I'd like to pretend, to bend, to go as far as I can, without crossing the line. 

How long are your arms?