Saturday, February 17, 2018

Breathless (Day 395)


for the longest  that  want  time making
myself  that electric blood-singeing 
current  making you  lingering darkening
that look  widening  that rising attraction  
moving  leaning toward  when entering 
a room where another is  a moment
already  waiting a fraction of   that 
attraction too slow  long  years eagerly
outpaced  too lately  too forward  ancient 
foldings inward  unforetold distraction  
enough  just that  enough  I am  I don’t  
want that  I want that  I didn’t  but I do



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Jack Fiallos via Wikimedia