I wished for you excessively. greedily. immeasurably. I craved you for days on end and finally, finally. I got to see the way your lips form around the precipice of my name; I felt your hand on my waist as your touch provokes every minute nerve in my body; I drowned myself in the depth of your eyes that glisten with wonder as you decipher the spell you've cast upon me and how it speaks volumes of every fairytale ever made; and I have had a taste of all of this I've had you right within my breadth, just until the warmth of the rising sun kissed my eyelids awake, like the tender whisper of the cosmos or the discordant bellowing of the void as it reminds me: You are unattainable. Right then again I was able to comprehend that you will remain an illusion to me until our paths cross once more and in that moment, nothing will be capable of surpassing the bewitchment the resplendence the luminance of the mere reality that is you