Touch

Some crimes are worth it.

Some crimes are worth committing.

A touch is all it takes

to set the heart racing.

The space between us — a crime.

The warmth of your embrace — the punishment.

Pray sentence me to a life locked in your arms.

Backstory: The Crime of Wanting

Imagine this—

You know you shouldn’t. You tell yourself you won’t. But the space between you and them is too much, too loud, pressing against your ribs like something alive.

A glance lingers a second too long. A breath held a little too deep. The kind of silence that crackles, waiting to break.

You tell yourself you have control. That you can stand still. But your hands twitch at your sides, guilty before they even move. Because deep down, you know—

A touch is all it takes.

And if the punishment is being locked in their arms, if the sentence is never leaving—
then tell me, wouldn’t you commit the crime?

Some crimes are worth it.