The Coveting

I was inspired to write this, even as I am feeling sick and it is late... it had to get done.

Was it really possible, reliving a nightmare so many times?
Was I really standing there, so terribly weak that I could let myself fall so very many times?
Peering into the water, the impulsive desires took over every time.
I wanted it!
And it was so far from my reach, tauntingly removed.
My fingertips groped without item for the image, for the silly thing that I thought I was seeing.
And every time I fell into the water, I would be suppressed, unable to leave his body, until I was an instant away from kissing my life to the memories.
But the unfeeling hands took me away; they were tearing me away from it.
They set me right back on the bank where I belonged, turning from me when I was on my feet again, caring so little to leave me in such frantic territories.
His back would turn, and I would be senseless for moments, until I saw it again.
The disappointingly covetous feeling took over, and my blood ran thick with true madness.
I had to have his body! I could not leave without it!
And in all of an instant, I would be drowning again.