I brushed against a wall
In a funny kind of way
Momentarily and painfully
I mistook it
For your strong hand
On the small of my back

When I close my eyes
I can sometimes see you looking at me
So vividly, I want to cry
The look –
Somewhere between adoration
And desire

I want to grab your hand
And thrust it under my shirt
Under my skin
To feel this poor heart
When it forgets rhythm
When it explodes into song

Every time I think of you