In the wanting, in the waiting, in the never that comes between
Distances rolls like waves between us
 Pulling us closes and drawing us apart.

Words cramp in my mouth, my tongue thickens
If, if, if, want, want, want, need, need, need.
You cannot hear me, I cannot speak
 
In the head
 A thousands scenes play out
Hand touching hand
Minds reach out
And twine
Leaning into one another
Images of lovers, coiled, compacted and fitting
His hand, her heart, her will, his offering
This imagined union.

Here, silence speaks in volume
No, No, No, Not I, Not you, Not now.

We cannot begin.