I watched as she sat there
her green eyes wanted sleep
I watched her lick her lips
a far and distant treat
her socks hung at her ankles
and I lusted for her neck
her fingers quaint
she nodded her head
and smiled
and blinked
every move I saw
nice neck
nice f@#$**&% neck
her hair cropt
my mind was racing
I was hot
warm
I needed her arms
but they were away
her hair hung
and my heart along
hot
damn, damn hot
and she’ll be gone
and I’ll be home
and that’ll be it
just another page
in a never ending book

(from “Part Four: Tragic Glorious”)

Another ‘so close, yet so far away’ situation. Let’s face it: more ‘got away’ than were ‘got’, yes?