They Almost by Gabriel Gadfly

They Almost

touched. Like magnets
on a table, edged closer
and closer, but never enough
for their fields to intersect and for
their arms to seek the other’s flesh.
Almost. Like live wires,
unclothed, held near enough
to know the existence of the other,
but too far apart for the spark
to arc from his lips to hers.

Like the moment has everything
it needs: right person, right place,
but —

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