My Purgatory

I lay here and wait…
As I search for something that I will never find, I know I am denied.
My purgatory continues to extend as if parole is a mystic fog.
When I get just close enough to catch it, my hand passes right through,
only to encounter a bank higher then my worst fear
When my ears hear the lock click and the door starts to grind, closing.
My legs are to scared to move forward so there is no escape.
My breath goes out only to inhale stale air, to feel the cold icy depth of my surroundings.
As you start to approach I can hear your sway, I can feel your glow…slowly coming closer
I can hardly wait, I know you will soon be near and for one split second…
I will feel ordinary.
To you, I am a number…a figure, but to me you are a divinity, and seraph, a celestial moment in this hell.
I take a deep breath and hold…my chest burns, my ears ring, my hair is wet…
One more step…and this pain will be over.
You smile, wave a goodnight hand, and continue on with your evening.
I release in a type of orgasm, not in the lower half, but in my mind
My heart skips a beat, my head spins, and my breath comes rushing out.
Goodnight my love. See you tomorrow.