The Paradox Of Wish And Want
you insist to see it
all night you long to touch it
it is in your house of dreams
every space is filled
you salivate and
hunger
you think nothing else
except that
it is an inch away from the touch
of your fingers
a sigh away from your wish
it a hair that rises from your
skin
a blush a blink of your
sleepy eye
it has been this way
for all those passing years
until one moment
this moment of a lifetime
you hug it
it is there you kiss it
and lick it
and move away as though
you now own it
completely
only to realize
it is not what you wanted
it is something else
and your heart weeps
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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