Ache

 

Oh God.

How is it I can bear it?

When in my unguarded moments,

Unbidden, come images of you

With me.

How is it I can live so close to what I cannot have,

dying a little every day, and yet not die?

Oh God,

When you turn that smile on me

And for a moment in my mind

We are lovers

Sharing a secret.

Then the moment passes

And I just smile and laugh

Or make and appropriate sound

Forgetting what joke was made

In the light of you.

Oh God.

When I notice something,

The curve of your neck

The swell of your breasts

The press of your hand on my arm

The feather-touch of your breath on my cheek

And for a moment lust dizzies me.

I want to kiss

I want to touch

I want to take

 

But I cannot