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.
*gasp*
So beautiful…the references to the wrist, nape of neck, small of the back…such glorious longing. Thank you for this!
Hopefully, one day he/she will know… Such yearning should be assuaged.
Elegant and poignant! Lovely