I have no more words for you
only looks and emotions
my mouth does my intentions no justice
my thoughts too consumed with being right.
So, I take you in
through my pores and my breath
glance at all your energy at any moment
having never thought once of lust,
only some bizarre urging desire to be close.
Why am I not allowed to go to sleep wishing you were near
without feeling the pressure that it must be more?
That’s why I always stand in the back
glancing and tasting the same air as you
because society, today, condemns the romantic,
the keeper of love,
the artist of emotional intrigue.
So, I hide, behind peeks and cravings
for the energy that propels me to keep clawing through life,
nudging me with just a thought of that smile
even though I tremble in fear
whenever I feel as little as a whisper of the wind
of you being near.