We frame our conversations
on phrases friendly.
Not too suggestive, not too shallow — safe.
But unsatisfied with exchanges
pleasant in place of passionate,
I long to lose our lazy pace.
Instead, I imagine our heads
inching ever closer in intimate whispers
delivering words I dare not divulge.
Yet, my lips lay still
and my head stays straight.
Thus, our banter continues banal.
And though it bends around the danger,
the peril of potential hovers
in the hot air between two pensive heads.