Possums of eternity

Looking at me; sitting still;
eyes glistening in the moonlight;
sweet banging rhythm of tails on the tin fence.
Here I am: sweating; muscles aching;
heart broken for a million years;
just aching for release.
I want to explode and
reach the farthest corners of the known universe.
But I can't.
Not now.
The two of you sitting still.
Looking at my poor soul trapped in this body.
Then, as suddenly as it began,
you both leave as if nothing has happened.
No trace, no memory, no promise of ever meeting again.
Nothing but the moonlight; humid air;
sound of cars passing; and my heart beating.