Stepping closer still. Invading your personal space. Standing there in front of you. 

No words. 

No touching. 

Just closeness. 

Feel me there. So uncomfortably near. That’s where I am.

Your nerves not remotely unnerved; composure fiercely undisturbed.

That stillness is my longing. 

Perpetual steadiness of my gyroscopical being.

Never so radically relieved. 

Inhaling your scent; ascending fragrance of life. 

The silence brawling in the air between us, gainful darkness draw.  

Flushed energy rebounding and piercing my presence. 

Listening to every sound of your stable structure.

Tasting without a single lick.  
 
Fundamental forces heated, by mind. 

There, and, so almost there.