[ elusive. ]
it is like the feel of a chaste kiss to the cheek
when what you truly crave is wanton lips pressed to lips;
the refusal leaving me dissatisfied and hungry
left with nothing to consume but discourse lurking there -
yes, it feels like passive-aggressive denial, this:
grasping at the elusive ghosts of words
hovering on the end of my tongue
when i desire to write them
and running to touch my fingertips
when the mood strikes to speak them;
they are not forthcoming.
Ashley A. Wolfe
