craving closeness
is a given for me;
contact my drug
touch my fuel

but the sparse moments
of closeness with you,
a whole new level of mind-altering

so few that I forget
until a memory hits me, full force
and I can think of nothing else

every tiny hair
every goosebump
pulls towards you

it fires through me,
electric addiction
the inherent feeling
of not being whole
of being torn in two
until beside you

each inch closer
a weight off my back

if you were to touch me
I am sure that I could fly.

May ’10


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