If I Could Choose My Moment


I am the imperceptible inching closer
The distance covered by reduced halves
Never closing the gap
An infinity of nearing
The touch of breath before the kiss
Hairs raising in expectation of touch
A hundred thousand million goosebumps
Of tingling flesh,
The catching breath caught forever
The described between the back and the bedsheets
A memory of sweetness upon the tongue
All of the moments right between, just before
The taught bow string forever humming
I am perfect longing,
Exquisite, beautiful ache.

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