It is taboo to talk to 
The union between me and you
And you respect the silence
But it is filled with violence
As we both observe the line
That has withered with time 
And breaks into grass
And me saying; “this is class”
As you move the die
And I try
To share without saying too much
But it’s not enough without your touch
To turn diamonds into skin
And when I am with him
There is no mountain I couldn’t climb
He is the Light Sublime
And it is hard to see
When he is looking at me 
Like some kind of Twilight story
He says; “oh, please, don’t bore me
With that kind of tripe
I just want a wife”
But he winks and I see
That he would go for drinks with me
If I asked but I am not up to the task
And the mask 
Slips
And he dips
Into my sphere
The danger when you are near 
It seems to announce
A male who is ready to pounce
Or be on the attack 
For some prey he won’t give back
And, I, too happy to be slight
And wanted with all his might 
Just sigh and batt my eyes and say
Well, okaaaay!