futile
My passion for you sits
forever ready in my fingertips
to discharge in an instant
its static through our brushing hands,
or surge thick like lightning
when my arms arrest your body —
How else can one explain away
touches that stop hearts?
I know this touch. I am addicted to it.
@mavis Hello! All I can say is… I hope that most people will feel this 🙂 I could live without it, but… given the choice, who would?
This is the first piece I have been able to finish in months and, like the last one, came to me quickly… though honestly I have been trudging through many others simultaneously, in a word-by-word (if that), clinical, unfocused struggle with writer’s block. It felt good to act on inspiration early this morning and complete a thought, even though it was so short.
I am so sorry I have been dormant for so long… I mean in neglecting your entries. I hope to mostly catch up soon in the near future. I won’t ask you if you’re well, I will read your entries to find out… 🙂
@messupit I have missed seeing entries from you – I”m glad you are keeping at it with the others that are in the works, and you had this one to break the log jam, as it were. I look forward to your thoughts on my entries!
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