our love is torn by miles, not by choice

Our love is torn by miles, not by choice.

Soon, soon, my darling, I'll be coming home.
At night I play your body and your voice,
But soon the hands and cries will be your own.

I want to love you all the hours we've missed,

And do the things I've fantasized for you:

Kiss you all the places my mind's kissed,

And put you everywhere I've wanted to.

My only fear's desiring you so much

That dream will overwhelm reality;

Time, for both of us, must temper touch

So love can once again be slow and free.

My mind's already half insane with pleasure;

Soon, soon my body will consume its treasure.

- me -