I yearn
for
you
with
my eyes
when you’re
not
looking.
I know
the skin
of your
wrist,
the nape
of your
neck,
the curve
of your
back
and yet
I’ve never
touched
you.
I yearn
in secret,
alone,
in the
dark.
I write
this poem
so
everyone
knows
of my
yearning,
except
of course,
for
you.