-- the thrust and drive
touching, dancing,
verbal intercourse
when words are all
there is between you/me
us - is there an us? - all
I can do is reach out
grasping at black-on-white
text exists, therefor I
want you and need you and
you know this already
I dream of your voice
your touch, your taste
I do not know you
as deeply as I wish
let me in, beloved
destroy distance with something
more than fragile words
I beg you, touch me... --