for the longest that want time making
myself that electric blood-singeing
current making you lingering darkening
that look widening that rising attraction
moving leaning toward when entering
a room where another is a moment
already waiting a fraction of that
attraction too slow long years eagerly
outpaced too lately too forward ancient
foldings inward unforetold distraction
enough just that enough I am I don’t
want that I want that I didn’t but I do
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Jack Fiallos via Wikimedia
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