yearning is dangerous.
the need for something that will never touch your lips
and will never run its fingers through your tangled hair

you’re stuck
wishing
waiting
needing

the only thing you can do is stare at the ceiling
and let the knot find its way to your eyes
and watch the streams of fallacy
pull your mind into delusion
as the feeling of their hands on your thigh
pulls you away
from what’s real
and what’s madness

you want me
i say
secretly
to myself

as i continue
to long
for the day

your smile turns hard
your eyes close
your breath softens
as you embrace me
with all the warmth in your bones

your soft skin grazes
my arms
as i wait quietly
until
your lips
touch
mine.