Within a hair’s breadth of you
I reach for you through bars to almost touch
Your all; your need is overcome by much.
Though knowing similarity in you,
What stubborn will prevents our passage through?
Our fingertips are but a breath apart,
Each move attuned as if we shared a heart,
But still an outside call for self-restraint
Intrudes upon our world without complaint.
Eyes plead; undress your mind, throw off duress,
Reject the ring-tone trill of busyness.
We compensate for fear with constant beat;
Shards of my soul lie breathless at your feet.
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