Whispers of sweet eloquence dancing through my ears,
Touches as caresses of my heart’s yearning,
Wanting to be told a need only unloved love can hear,
I long for the physical to not be afraid of passionate learning,
Ask me what it is about her hair and her eyes,
That lures my unwitted tongue, but disallows my first sense,
This hateful state which is causes love to lie,
Only to feed my starving soul its deserving recompense,
Kissing her fingertips in my dream-like thoughts,
And hugging her delicate waist which is my own,
Has brought my sanity to embrace only what seems,
Rather than seeing what will never be in that which I sought.
A man cannot see the truth through his own desires.
So may soon lose himself in love as love conspires.