Holding my pillow I wasn't holding you

lost in the surreal longing to feel

the intimate warmth of your breath

the heart beating in time with the thought

of the soul entangled with mine

  

It's physical the longing in my mind

I've held you a thousand times

said a thousand words to you and

shared a million thoughts with you

 

The minuets we are apart stretch in to

hours that turn in to days

the fear building with the eternal 

coming of the unchartered future. 

 

The quivering first touch

locked in an essential dream

The uncertain kiss

lips, mouths touching across

the unseen chasm of unreality 

almost forbidden in its illusiveness

 

I fought the urge to screem

to run to hide to reach out in to the

darkest part of the night for you

I haven't fought the urge to love you.