Almost...

My fingers spread

[Intrepid in their confidence]

each digit contentedly making room

for a hand that's only almost there.

The unfilled spaces shooting daggers

Aimed straight at my chest.

Silky calves glide across soft cotton sheets

[seductively wanting your touch]

Knees bending upwards seeking comfort

from a body that's only almost there.

Cold shivers erupting a loneliness

Gripping blankets for warmth.

Conversations orbit my mind

[enthralling and familiar]

The ebb and flow of sarcasm

from a voice only almost there.

Dream-like perfection stinging

In the reality of a hallucination.

Goosebumps emerge on bare skin

[Milk white and needy]

A shudder in anticipation

For fingertips that are only almost there

Frustration building- controlling

A building ache for attention.

Eyes dart across every crowd

[Excitedly hoping that maybe...]

searching for a face;

A person that's only almost there.

Disappointment squeezing my insides

until I remind myself to smile.

F a l l i n g

into dreams where

skin touches

whispers tickle

and

kisses never end

fingers drape

touches linger

and

eyes meet.

W a k i n g

to find

I have it all -

almost.

[so close to perfect]

Getting lost in sheets

Waiting for an almost eventuality.

Indulging in a single fantasy

[Hoping against inevitability]

Tomorrow

when I open my eyes to see you

You won't only be almost here.