Nothing But a Thief

From platonic to erotic
The line is there
waiting
In glances & in words
It's in the air
& we are anticipating
what could be shared
Waiting in the shadows
is that fine line
Should it be crossed?
Should it be kept?
In the shadows of the night
when all inhibitions are lost
I alone know where my hand has crept
Thinking of that line
so many nights go unslept
Quiet contemplation over passion
I have thought long & hard with no clarity
Taking action in waking hours
Can that be rationed?
Time ticks by as I exert self control
when the sun is watching me
Self control--What a rarity!
But what I do when no one can see
in the shadows of the night
is both my right & my relief, my sancity
until I see the morning light
The sun is nothing but a thief
Only the moon is a friend to me.(/c)