Ah, those lands have ships which pass between, carrying emotion and tenderness, those lands have boarders which are often times carefully opened to the other, each stands for a moment upon the others shore, in shared tenderness. Then there is the thing about murder of the heart - that cuts with words. Either forgot, either will ever forget...but, one is diligent the other unaware, for his boarders waver with the wind. She knows it...((((((((HUGS))))))))))))

Perhaps the very existence of the platonic boundary is complicit in the allure? Kinda like telling a child the cookie jar is off limits. An interesting topic wrapped in beautiful words, Alisa.