Platonically

Pleasure and pain.

No pain no gain.

In a solid form, I abstain

The bitter taste of your lovely lips.

My head takes horrible sips,

On your sin and regrets.

The devotion lets your mind ease for mine,

I allow yours and my fingers to intertwine.

You had no liquor, I had some wine,

I am yours, but you're never mine.

On paper and ink,

I left your body marks to sink.

Your lace twins my collars like stars and sky,

I took my gratitude to you

Without you ever asking why.

My family walked by and glared your existence.

I never took it with more than resistance.

My books and words were the only substance

Able to reach your skin without changing color.

I tried sleeping with you

But I'm more of a night crawler.

Twice the memories took to see you smile.

For that short while, I thought I could have you,

But then I turned the page and there were you.

You never left the paper,

Your ink fell like vapor on my nostrils.

That's what I get for loving platonically.

All my happiness came ironically,

The sole existence of my thought gave me chills.