The Letting Go

Constantly, you are just out of reach of my fingertips
the elusive storm whirling around me
lightning fingertips touching down, but not touching
I am encompassed, consumed by your presence
endangered by my longing for you
and too far gone to do anything but to give in
to throw myself into the wind
and let my body fall to you

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