Not Enough
and I stand on the outside
and watch
my world
my friends live the life and
I stand on the fringes
enjoying the sounds, the laughter, the smiles
wanting to join
but refusing to move
I can feel, I can want
but I do not act
and do not enjoy
what I could
the brief moments that I allow
the seconds I am given
are full of flavour and spice
but the taste
not enough
and the moment
I feel his touch
I melt
I cry
I wish for more
not enough
I crave another moment
another minute
with him with me
the reality is dry and lifeless
my fantasy with colour
vivid and rapid
with heat and fire
his touch warm and real
the image disappears
and I watch again
alone
on the outside
-jk (01/30/98)
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