How Close Is Too Close, Or Simply Not Close Enough

As honey drops over your skin I nourish all the things that we will never be. I recall all the promises that we will never make. I think of how your sweet eyes can leave a bitter taste. I wish you could be softer Or do I wish you strength greater than mine? I wish you would say I wish you would silence. I wish, I wish, I wish! That for the night you could be mine. May 30th - The day your unsaid promise was broken.