Want. Need.

i reach

my hand nearly touches

brushing aside The Veil between.

my finger tips linger,

my lips part,

a breath of anticipation releases.

and then…..

i find myself lost, floating.

with no one to touch,

with no one to feel.

My anticipation crescendos,

frustration.

It falls in pieces.

i crumble into a puddle,

steaming with want.

filled with need.

ready to burst.

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