Tension.
It tugs inside me and inside them,
Wanting to do more but being unable to do so,
Feeling the chemistry lingering in the air like white musk and oud.

It’s heavy, it’s sweet, it’s consuming.
Feelings of walls being slowly chipped away and promises of being open,
Hands being closer but never quite touching,
Legs are touching each other, but are unable to do more.

Being given the best and tightest hug, and it felt like fireworks on New Year’s Eve,
Smelling their skin and the softness of their hands,
Wanting to lean in but knowing it can’t be done,
Feeling like running through clouds and an embrace that is warmer than a thousand suns.

Inside, I want them to hold me, grab me, fireman carry me out of here,
It’s a shame that this part of the world is the way it is,
But alas, we are left with this tension.