Expectation and Creation

If the longing to touch you— 
stirs to life, what shall I do?

I alone...
can write only thinking of you;
through your touch—I know how to erase my shame;
gazing into your eyes...I keep my feelings alive;
accepting your indifference...I learn to walk in reality;
holding you close...I keep track of time;
in your voice—among the crowd of spoken words, I dream.

You know,
longing and creation—
can never coexist.