I remain transparent, open to your suggestions.
Unable to resist, and longing for an abrupt shift. A shift in being.
If you could only heed the call, but I refrain. For I want you to make the first move,
to see you slide your foot across the ground and view its movement, to see the impression that is made.
I wish for your connection, to feel the static between us and to witness the sparks as they fly.
But nothing is created. The battery’s dead.