Your closeness is all I can stand...
Any more and I'll want all of you.
Teetering on the edge of reason and control
my lust and affection for you could shove me over any moment.
Is this another joke to satisfy Nature's boredom?
Why does my heart chase after its own nonexistent tail,
chopped off by fate but tempting still?
Or, were it flesh to be bitten,
so obvious the pain it would incur!
So easily the withering of our carefully tended garden.