you and me, me and you

i wish to wake up
next to you and
be too shy to catch
your glances, but
be brave enough to
steal a look here,
and another one there,
and curl my lips into a smirk.


but i cannot have that.



distance separates,
obligations block,
feelings and emotions obscure,
they are keeping me from you.



you are keeping me from you.


i yearn to grasp- to hold-
to reach for your hand,
the hand that nervously
rests itself on my thigh,
my breast,
the small of my back,
and the curve
of my waist.
your hands run along
my body
as if to say,
"i adore you,
you are precious."



but it will not happen.