I can feel the synapses between my nerves
when you stand so close that I could touch you,
trace from chiseled cheekbone to jawline
(fingertips ever so tenderly skimming your skin),
and it takes every ounce of discipline in my veins
not to close the gap between us.

You have all the allure of New York, Dublin, Jerusalem
of places I've never been yet somehow know
will one day be important –
wanderlust magnets that never cease to lose
their pull.

Every circle is a sermon that I seem to overlook:
a ring on the lifeline, a halo of light,
a recurring curb, a wheel reminder that misplaced
opportunity is just another lesson I won't learn from.