my cloudy grey eyes watch you,
your smooth and graceful movements so simple, yet so deliberate.
a glimmer in your eye is a spark of light
that seems to brighten the entire room.


your lips, so supple, i want to touch them - to kiss them -
gently


i watch your hands -
the way they move is like a ballet
written only for you.
as they fly over the keys,
doing what they know best,
i wonder what they'd feel like against my skin.


every day
not having you -
it makes me want to howl in pain
yet i can't bear to turn my eyes from you for one moment,
despite the pain.