☆°▪︎ AN ALMOST TOUCH ▪︎°☆

I

.

a

m

.

so

absorbed

.

b

y

.

you,

there’s

.

n

o

t

.

much

else

.

I

.

c

a

n

.

do . . .

.

.

.

 ~ no,

there’s

.

n

o

t

.

much

else

.

I

.

c

a

n

.

do . . .

.

.

.

Just

.

a

.

passing

glance

.

o

f

.

warming

desire,

.

a

n

d

.

a

glowing

twig

ignites

.

i

n

t

o

.

a

!FOREST FIRE!

.

.

.

a

n

d

the

drop

.

o

f

.

rain,

stirs

.

i

n

t

o

.

a

!!HURRICANE!!

.

.

.

 ~ the

drop

.

o

f

.

rain,

stirs

.

i

n

t

o

.

a

!!HURRICANE!!

.

.

.

Just

.

t

h

e

.

thought

.

o

f

.

an

.

a

l

m

o

s

t

.

touch,

explodes

.

w

i

t

h

.

intensity . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

explodes

.

w

i

t

h

.

such

intensity,

.

I

.

cannot

perceive

.

w

h

a

t

.

a

greater

want

.

o

r

.

warmth

might

bring . . .

.

.

.

 ~ I

cannot

perceive

.

w

h

a

t

.

a

greater

want

.

o

r

.

warmth

might

bring . . .

.

.

.

Perhaps

.

i

t

.

would

.

b

e

.

like

.

a

taut,

narcotic

shot

.

a

n

d

.

then

!!!GONE!!!

.

.

.

one

day . . .

.

.

.

two

days . . .

.

.

.

three

days . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

!!!!AGAIN!!!!

.

.

.

four

days . . .

.

.

.

five

days . . .

.

.

.

six

days . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

!!!!!AGAIN!!!!!

.

.

.

seven

days . . .

.

.

.

eight

days . . .

.

.

.

nine

days . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

!!!!!!AWAKE!!!!!!

.

.

.

t

o

the

painful

remains,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

knowing

.

I

.

c

a

n

.

!!!!!!!NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!

.

.

.

b

u

t

somehow

within

.

t

h

e

.

shell-shocked

haze,

.

.

I

.

.

begin

.

t

o

.

recall

.

t

h

e

.

subtle

trace . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

subtle

trace

.

o

f

.

that

face . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

.

t

h

e

.

forest

fire

!FLAMES!

.

.

.

a

n

then

.

t

h

e

.

!!HURRICANE!!

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

.

t

h

e

.

taut,

narcotic

!!!SHOT!!!

.

.

.

a

n

d

– 

then

!!!!GONE!!!!

.

.

.

I

know

.

n

o

t

.

when,

.

.

I

.

.

w

i

l

l

.

find

myself

again,

.

.

.

b

u

t

still

somehow,

somewhere,

someway . . .

.

.

.

I

.

love

.

i

t

.

more . . .

.

.

.

I

.

love

.

i

t

.

more . . .

.

.

.

I

.

love

.

i

t

.

more . . .

.

.

.

t

h

a

n

that,

.

a

n

d

.

all,

.

a

n

d

.

everything . . .

.

.

.

I

.

.

d

i

d

.

before . . .

.

.

.

s

o

there’s

.

n

o

t

.

much

else,

.

I

.

c

a

n

.

do . . .

.

.

.

because

.

I

.

a

m

.

so

absorbed . . .

.

.

.

 ~ so

absorbed

.

b

y

.

you.

Reflection: This was a forgotten personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in March of 2018 where the affected party has a severe addiction problem that he/she just cannot shake or break away from. It’s the kind of addiction that can easily consume his/her entire life and turn his/her world inside out and upside down. It can represent any addiction type: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, compulsions, etc. I’ve had experiences just like this with certain people. There are very few, select individuals I’ve encountered in my life that can have such a power over me. And it’s both intriguing and frightening at the same time. Someone I first met back in 2018 had that kind of effect on me.