Friday by Desmene Statum
The line between lust and love is wide and gray
Does she want what is only forbidden or is it more than a crush?
This stupid infatuation, she thinks
Why does she want to touch the chest where his heart beats?
What is there lying in mysterious wait for her to take
The law into her own hands?

He sleeps or waits with rhythmic breath
Lonely or friendly
So deceptive
What do I do?
She asks begging to hear
Go touch him. Everyone is asleep
The day was black until his phone call
The frozen ground only reflected his loneliness
Could I hold him and not fall in love, she begs?