Thin Ice

Alice is in, and she's on.
I've played her to fill the room
And you
Should know by now, by looking, what I want
And what I'm thinking.

When my intent
Turned and left for the best alone and by the foot of the bed
In your makeshift room,
In my makeshift mind,
I want from you what I have never asked.

Tom says that I "must be insane to go skating on your name".
I can feel it through and through, my skin is tight, and I'm sorry
— In advance —
For wanting. I'm sorry
For wanting.
(But I do want you.)

Your fingertips on my shoulders
I am less than half your size
The touch of your chin on my forehead
As we decide what to do
About the rising problem of the tide
And the pull that only years of denial can push aside
— But not this time.
Oh, not this time.

Your fingertips on my shoulders
I am less than half your size
The touch of your chin on my forehead
As we decide what to do
About the rising problem of the tide
And the pull that takes years of practice to deny
— But not this time.
Not this time.

And, in the end, a kiss will undo
Everything.