The Magic of a Hug
I can’t settle.
My mind’s muddled.
Images swirl inside my brain,
Merging in a flurry of confusion;
Memories, dreams, desires…
I can’t focus.
Nothing’s clear.
My head’s awash with fantasies
And I’m sick of them.
I need you,
Real you, in the flesh.
I want physical contact,
Something tangible to grasp
Instead of insubstantial words
Dispatched across the void.
I need to hold you close,
Rest my head against your shoulder
And breathe in your scent,
As my heart skips wildly
Inside my aching chest.
But I can’t.
Damn this separation!
Closing my eyes,
I give in to imaginings;
My hands become your hands,
Touching my face with
Longed for caresses
That leave me weak.
My pulse quickens
As if your kisses are,
At that moment,
Dancing upon my lips.
Another text alert.
The shrill beep rudely
Shattering the silence.
Eyelids flutter open,
Eager eyes greedily
Devouring your words.
But I’m left wanting.
Words cannot replace
The magic of a hug,
Or the spine-tingling thrill
Of a kiss upon the lips.
Text read, I can’t settle.
I’m more muddled than ever.
This is our reality,
This is what we have…
All that I can do
Is patiently count the hours,
Pretending you are with me
‘Till it’s time to meet again.
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