Magnetic

Her trembling fingers held aloft
by strings of tension
and coursing lava pulsing to the tips;
pounding and throbbing,
stretching and straining
against an invisible barrier so thick
with moral anguish, guilt.
Slip or trip over a precipice
thin and tantalizing;
she'd fall from grace.

Laying There

I do not just lay there.
I grab the moment
and seize
and soar;
and I choose to give in.

Monogamy

I enjoy being vulnerable
but it's a sin,
to open the doors
and let you within.
Reasonable reasons
and justifiable doubts,
set expectation - 
prudence so proud.
What does it leave me
but cold, hard, and wet?
Longing and wishing
for naive regret.