Imagine meeting

When I imagine meeting you I feel it in my breath

My breathing alters

It must be excitement

I feel it in my inner arms and the tender place of the inner wrist

I feel it in my hands and fingers

I want to touch you

I want to see you.

My arm’s reach out as if to hold you

Where are you?

It hurts me not to see you

It hurts me not to feel you

It hurts me that I cannot touch your body

It hurts me that I cannot touch your face

Your ears were always warm

Where are you now when I’m alone?

Don’t ask these questions it is too painful.

But more painful still is that I cannot see you

Except in photographs

The visual cannot substitute for the sensual

It’s my hands that want you

My eye is not sensual the wat5 hands are

I want my cells t I’m ino touch your cells.

Were we not one ?

Oh love, can you be gone?