Can't stop thinking & wishing & imagining,
and going thru all the in's & out's of things that don't belong to me,
that are outside my grasp or experience, beyond my fingertips touch,
tender & tearful, big eyed, smooth, happy, crazy, tactile, fluid, soft, curvy, taught, liquid,
turning away then back eye to eye, a million particles spinning between,
oscillating & vibrating, magnetising the connection,
the push & pull of attraction & impossibility,
of having your cake & eating it,
buzzing in my ear like a million heartbeats,
i want what i can't have, what i can't quite reach, become,
illuminate, and it kind of
kills me.
Seeing an ideal in someone elses hands, used to ill effect, incomplete,
neither pushed far or wide enough,
never to be mine,
to become my project,
the spark of my imagination,
the inside of my outside holding hands,
jumping the edge &not wishing for land.
Growing distant now, the days further spaced apart becoming weeks, almost months,
growing apart, away otherwise engaged & eventually lost forever.
Goodbye wishing otherwise.

Words by Julian Roberts