A kaleidoscope of colours flit pass your line of vision
It flutters, always out of reach but never quite out of sight
Drawing near and pulling away
teasing you this way and that
Outstretched arms trying to grasp the elusive,
trying all the more to own a piece of the rainbow
It darts within a hair’s breadth of your fingers
And you tingle from how close you were
The anticipation heightens and desire dawns
It coyly dances around to the pace of your pulse
Quickening with each seemingly futile snatch of the air
Once more it brushes the very tips of your fingers
Startlingly euphoric.
A light headiness fills your mind
And you find yourself wanting – no, needing it
Darting
Left
Right
Centre
It lands.
Right in the middle of your outstretched palm
Right where you’ve always wanted it
Right where you’ve never felt so
wrong.
-anne