Lines

Some lines should not be crossed.

But they can be treaded, lightly.

Then taut, and tense, and terse,

Sometimes, can become blurred.

Once indubitable; 

Now, held more blithely.

A line in the sand may shift with the tide.

Those toeing it will notice first.

Flitting eyes, fleeting times;

Even the air holds its breath.

Sinking into a granular minefield,

Awaiting an intense inburst.

Pressed together, lips form a line too.

Reining reactions, concealing cogitations.

Playful, pointed, piercing,

Words and looks and touches.

Bitten within, sometimes faltering.

Evermore under observation.

A thin line lives between foresight and folly.

It holds much to read between.

The safety within, the spur of beyond.

What exists out there, what remains to be found?

Who holds the line, who steps over?

Once the line is drawn can it be unseen?

Fingerprints

There are a few fingerprints

Etched upon this heart of mine.

Of those I love.

Of those I’ve loved.

Of those I‘ve been loved by.

Persisting from the basal touch,

Immutable, till this day.

Not propinquity,

Nor time, it seems 

Are things which they obey.

Some exist in multitudes.

Some, much more scarcely.

A few, engraved;

Potent, Ingrained.

Crafting a bespoke labyrinth.

Distinctive, each, mutative;

Morphing the shape of my heart.

Impressions indelible;

Impacts ineffable;

Enabling, endowing, en garde.

A scant few I’d have scorched,

But what could lighten the abyss?

In obscurity,

Murky, they remain,

Cimmerian, even eclipsed.

Easy to love

So easy to love, 

they all said of her,

A smile so bright, 

Worries and fears soon blur.

The twinkle in her eyes -

almost ever present,

Clever, and quick, 

She is effervescent.

Comforting words, 

soft and sincere,

The darkest clouds,

in her presence, disappear.

Pretty easy to love, 

she mused to herself,

Just a soft touch, or a kind word,

For her diffidence to dispel.

All her heart desired were some little things,

A written word, a stolen glance, maybe some paper rings

A warm caress on a chilly night,

A whispered "I’m here" 

in the dim light.

Every coup d'œil, every forehead kiss,

Every breath shared

Turned into her bliss.

Too easy to love, 

Too quick, they murmured low,

As the toll of her love begins to show.

Quick to trust, 

quicker to fall.

Plunging headfirst, 

always giving her all.

Beguiled, betrayed, 

And broken, thereof

How arduous it is,

To be easy to love.