***inspired by a crazy dream, a scene in my novel, & my new obsession with 6 word lines***
ever desired someon just outta reach?
you watch them from behind glass
wanting to smash it and dive
right into an abyss of discovery
touching. tasting. exploring. nibbling. scratching. moaning.
you want them to experience something
they boast about doing to others
unsure if you have the nerve
not caring. blinded by desire. craving.
zero fucks given to lacking experience
you ready to scoop them up
have them screaming out your name
vision blurry hyperventilating sporadic body tremors
attempting reconnection with their favorite diety
walking off rookie of the year
ego on high. heart on pause.
reality reminds you what they need
it’s the game of your life
not the season. not a career.
so you pull out the windex
clean the glass infront of you
hands in pockets. keep on looking
at what is out of reach.