Fantasy Or Reality?

Just a seed, a tenuous suggestion. A slightly lingering look or the brush of a touch. Just a smile, an innuendo. Clinging to a half-empty promise as it slithers out of reach. Unsure of what to say or feel, we tentatively side-step the day. Searching in the nooks and crannies of routine, then finding one another, twiddling fingers of uncertainty as we idly chat along the way. Where are the boundaries then? How far do we push? Do we turn the innuendo to reality or walk away from the edge of the precipice into the arms of normality; the fear of the unknown safely flown and blown away from here, leaving just a seed, a tenuous suggestion. Forever careful not to touch.