Can’t
It slows down enough for me to glance at the inside
Becomes close enough to graze the tips of my fingers
Slides in near enough to smell
And lingers near enough to taste
Becomes heavy enough to stretch itself across my mind
And take me there
But
I can’t
Because the dream is not mine to have
And the moments are not mine to share
The scent of the conversation is laced with the whispers of someone else
So I will sit here
Focus my fantasies on the right now realities and breathe away your scent
But
I can’t
Because I can hear you beckoning
Calling me closer
Waiting for more
© 2009 Brandelyn N. Castine
Artwork Credit: http://vanillapuddle.livejournal.com/
