The Danger 

 

The most dangerous thing is to do nothing 

to hold the winning hand 

to wait until it’s too late to play 

to watch it evaporate in the glass 

 

I hold onto just one thing 

turning it over in a second 

shiny-hard, polished sweat 

speaking about it breaks the spell 

 

outside of us there’s nothing 

compelling as it is 

my mind goes back to these obsessions

perforated by your kiss