From One Tyrant To Another. That Is

It Must Require Bravery To Be Honest All The Time.

There Is Power In Controlling Something That Can Do So Much Damage - In Controlling Something, Period.

His Fingers Leave Streaks Of Cold On My Skin, Invisible To The Eye, And I Think About Wrapping His Shirt Around My Fist And Pulling Him In To Kiss Me; I Think About Pressing Myself Against Him, But I Can't, Because All Our Secrets Would Keep A Space Between Us.

I Hear My Heartbeat. I Have Been Looking At Him Too Long, But Then, He Has Been Looking Back, And I Feel Like We Are Both Trying To Say Something The Other Can't Hear, Though I Could Be Imagining It. Too Long - And Now Even Longer, My Heart Even Louder, His Tranquil Eyes Swallowing Me Whole.

Some People Believe That I Will Go Nowhere, And Maybe They're Right, But Maybe They're Not.