A Crying Shame

The whisper of vision across your neck, a glance to caress the way you move,

It's funny, but you seem to flicker and react slightly with every look.

The eyes they have it, they meet sometimes, swollen pupils, excitement swells...

Yet it will not take, it will not hold and I don't know why. It's a crying shame.

The time ticks by, it makes us sigh, also wonder why these things they do not shift.

We almost touched, desired by both I know for certain, but the last minute ended that....

I crack a joke, your face creases up, melted with mirth and glowing with a wondrous warmth.

Yet you will not touch, you won't give in and I don't know why. It's a crying shame.

Maybe it's wrong, is that what you feel? To cross a line you're told you shouldn't.

But you step to the edge, dip a toe, tease, which can't be fair?

We lead this dance, such a merry dance and it's so close to the surface....

Yet you hold it in, you won't show it and I don't know why. It's a crying shame.