touched. Like magnets
on a table, edged closer
and closer, but never enough
for their fields to intersect and for
their arms to seek the other's flesh.
Almost. Like live wires,
unclothed, held near enough
to know the existence of the other,
but too far apart for the spark
to arc from his lips to hers.
Like the moment has everything
it needs: right person, right place,
but --
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Comments
You've captured the moment well.
I think we've all experienced this (& I pity those who have not!)
My favourite line? "but too far apart for the spark to arc from his lips to hers."
It's ALL in the want
Hi, I wandered into your blog after seeing it listed on the "best poetry blog" lists. I like your work; very lively & original with fresh language.
Diane
Mar 24 2009
Thank you, Diane.