Never Us

you and me and never us;
     a complicated
                 series of
almost interactions,

        where we never touch
and only our eyes graze one another as we pass.

Longings that flow through
   us
       like whispers of something lost on a summer day.

         What if I reached out to brush your hand
as we almost interacted?
would you
                       flinch?
stare?       speak?     
         run....
run away from the wild sensations that would attack your skin.
That would make my skin flush with desire....

desire like that one time...

long
      long
              ago....

Once upon a time......