To look

To want

To yearn

Unfulfilled, it grows

A tipping point is reached

Where – where can it go

It can not be acted on

It can not be answered

It can only momentarily be assuaged

For it is pain, yes, but it is exquisite

A touch

An embrace

A caress

Shared, yet never spoken

Reflected, yet unseen
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Desire