that time of day

There is a certain time of day
when the need
to bridge the distance
is greater
than the need to breathe
And straddling it
even partly in your presence
for an instant
brings the world to a halt
and resets the rhythm again

There is a certain time of day
when the only way
to satiate the rising hunger
is to grasp onto you
and knead you into a form
that can withstand
the thrashes
of my frustration
at this limited feast

It is that time of day
when I wish I had not
enough amounted experience
to know all possible outcomes
of each moment
as it unfolds
and feel the disappointment
lurking behind all endings


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