To Be
To be the focus of your glare
To have your shoulders squared towards me
To be beckoned by your voice
To be moved bodily into your arms
What wouldn't I give?
What I wouldn't give to trace your eyebrow line
What I wouldn't give to have your fingers trail my jaw
What I wouldn't give to feel your hot skin
Almost everything.
Only to be doused with the cruel disappointment of existing much too far away
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