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Soon
Gravity will play it's part
This strange and accursed magnet
Will pull me up
Out
Away from you
To a day filled with tedium
Watching your dot
Orange
Green
So far away from you

And so it goes
Five of seven
I will never understand it
It is so contrary to nature
An artificial construct
Of the modern world
That violates the created order
And sucks away my life

In a third I'll be gone
Then you'll have two more
Unmolested
In the warmth and darkness

I've spent all night
Unselfishly
Resisting your magnetism
Your beauty
It rivals all creation!

I know that
touch
isn't nourishment
for you
as it is
for me
Instead
it's disturbing
annoying
You shake
Like a horse swatting a fly with its tail

I'm not seeking a five course meal
Only a crust a bread
Not an extravagant red wine
Only a sip of water

Can't I bend
Contour
Embrace
Wrap
Breathe you in
Just for a breath, or two
Would you give me
Such a small morsel
To strengthen my resolve
To once again
Watch the sun cross the sky
Without you

© 2012 (19 april) john r. chase


...let me linger, just one more minute...