attraction.

I feel for you an attraction unlike I’ve experienced before. It has as its seeds a simple but powerful love and respect, admiration and appreciation. There is no lust, no physical pull that I feel, as if all the attraction came from beneath the skin, from some layer buried deep within. And yet, this attraction, this lustless attraction could – I feel it so – grow into something else – a physical longing, a desire for touch, for something — bodily, tangible, sensual. In short, I do not what this attraction is capable of. Perhaps that is what love is, after all: a breaking of boundaries, a discovery of unknown capabilities, a realisation of all that is possible.

this is not who we are – really.

I wait, craving desperately
For your emotional intimacy
While you, seemingly voluntarily
Speak to me, always so superficially.

I am never quite satisfied
Though always happy:
Exchanging a few words is a delight to me
But this is not who we are - really.

As if so much was left unsaid,
And some debilitating fear
Was forcing the present reality
To destroy any other possibility.

In my imagination, or perhaps my memory
There is a feeling of how close we could be
And my heart sinks, and never quite recovers
When the reality of our separateness shows.
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