I . . .you . . .

In dreams you

come to me,

and through my wishes

I could only

see the things

that you

would show

I could only know

the things that you

would tell

In those dreams and

in moments shared

my hands have

touched you

my eyes have

watched you

my lips have

kissed you

my mouth has

tasted you

I have known the

way you feel,

the way you move,

the way you sleep,

I have seen the

way you smile,

the way you look

And my body has known

in ways beyond,

beyond dreams

beyond touch

beyond wish

the desire that

grows

with a

burning heat.