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like a sprout straining its curled spine against the husk


like a baby pressing its face against the restaurant's window pane,

trying to reach the french fries on the table outside


like the moon and the earth, caught in their celestial two-step

- inching closer only to move farther away,

inevitably,

their gravity electrifying the tantalizing void in between


like the chick cracking the eggshell now with only the membrane beneath it to push through


like that same sprout

at the edge of the soil-line,

just a centimeter below breaking through to the sun


not kissing you


has been an exercise in restraint

a master-class in unbreachable nearness

- in advanced tantalization technique


in how to hold two same-pole magnet-ends together for two-weeks straight without easing the tension

between them


in how to freeze time at the breakthrough

pause the chord progression one note before it resolves


on how Hashem holds the earth and the moon at distance

and just how much strength that requires,

and resolve


and even now,


even right now


with my mouth just a half-wisp of nothing above yours


i know


how much the earth and the moon must ache to bridge that gap


how much longer

can i wait

to do the same


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