Together, we can create
beautiful things,
but when I reach for you,
you run away,
just out of my grasp.
You taunt me with your words,
love, hate,
war, peace,
loss, desire,
patience.
I want you, and
I know you want me
to have you, but still
you stare at me
with your piercing eyes,
beckoning me,
but keeping me at arm's length.
Come to me.
Sit beside me.
Let me caress and cajole you,
coax you to create the
world only we can make.
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