An unspoken tie has grown between us

Of almost-secrets and not-quite-touch

The beckoning, the reaching unconscious

We both recognize, but never speak such

As to let the other know, and so break

The fragile balance of could-be, maybe -

Those castles in my dreams to build, I ache

But you aren't a man to guarantee

A future worth risking a new heart on.

No loving foundations will be laid.

Moment of weakness. Daydreams. None beyond.

Security is too precious to trade.

So don't move. Be still. Keep silent, intact

The enticing tension. Commit no act.