What’s just out of reach
is what I want most
With longer arms
or thinner hands
or persistent charms that
make divisible
all tasks otherwise
completely derisible
Might just help me
reach what I want most
If no one looks all
stammers then a crawl
might the effort befall
until, until just that
moment of contact fleeting
graces objective retreating…
For just that instant that second
that is what I want most
Just like a symphony that
black forest or banana
cake rains upon the tongue the
euphony of touch
is the aria the refrain
that finishes my pain
What’s just out of reach
is what I want most
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