In the waking minutes of a new year
A fantasy draws near fulfillment
-and is interrupted.
Tonight
I have sat at your feet
And longed, longed to touch you.
I have smiled teasingly into your eyes
And noticed that i held your gaze
For moments that suspended time.
I have taken your hands,
Kissed your lips,
Wondered about you infinitely-
And at this hour
I am left
Wishing desperately
For more time with you,
Because now
I can only imagine
What might have happened
And whether i will touch you again.
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