Your rosening cheeks
Bloom to my budding warmth
Softly your seeing me
Gives raised hair delight
To drum tightening flesh.

You who create me
With the supple
Parting of lips,
With that most natural
Openness of a smile,
You who touch me
Deeply without touching.

I sing you singing me!

All of this and more.
Yet I will never
Know you
Knowing me
Nor touch you
Touching me.

Oh to be
So fulfilled
Simply and
So wistfully
Dreaming you
Dreaming me.