Off-Limits

"Brother," they say, a label neat and clear,

But oh, this brother sets my heart afire, my dear.

A friend's dear kin, off-limits by decree,

Yet in my mind, a tempting fantasy.

"Brother," I sigh, a word that shouldn't thrill,

But oh, your smile, a forbidden kind of kill.

A perfect face, a dangerous kind of charm,

A whispered secret, setting off the alarm.

"Brother," I think, with a fluttering beat,

Gasoline near a flame, a risky feat.

Your eyes hold depths I shouldn't long to see,

For there, a blaze could erupt wildly, for thee and for me.

A stolen glance, a brush of hands, a spark,

Fireworks imagined, leaving their mark.

A stolen kiss, a fleeting, sweet embrace,

A moment's pleasure, a dangerous space.

Goodbyes linger, a hidden, yearning ache,

My traitorous heart, a secret it won't break.

"Brother," I whisper, a bittersweet refrain,

A fire I hold, a love that can't explain.