Eloquent words
falling
from the mouth of a man

make it hard not to notice the
beauty
o f h i s f a c e

As fibres stretch and pull to form
a smile

Or while brows knit together.


It is everything I can do to hold off the
burning

Under my skin –

The burning
impulse

To reach
for
his
hand

Or lean in closer.

The scent of his cologne simulating a false distance
Between us.


Twitching in my topmost disc urges me over,
Closer.

Just
a
few
inches.

C l o s e r.


With each minuscule
snap

Of the tissue lining the very tip of my spine

I find myself unable to maintain
The position that I have.

Giving in to the abductor that had been
y e a r n i n g

To
break
a w a y ,

My neck twists
To the right
While my conscious mind

U r g e s

The adductor to take over.