Standing Still

Standing still
and watching you
is no substitute
for reaching out
and touching you.

Touching you
with my pale flesh
is no substitute
for reaching out
and tasting you.

Tasting you
with my red warmth
is no substitute
for reaching out
and pressing against you.

Pressing against you
with my nudity
is no substitute
for reaching out
and enveloping you.

Enveloping you
with my strongest embrace
is no substitute
for reaching out
and penetrating you.

Penetrating you
with all my mind, body, and soul,
is no substitute,
for loving you.

Loving you
with all that I am, and then some,
is no substitute
for loving you enough
to let you go.

--for No-one in particular.