Desire

 

To see is not to touch

a frustration too much

The love to reach out and feel

would make the heart reel

 

A burning fervent desire

from which I never tire

These thoughts forever with me

how else could they be

 

It occupies much of my time

in my head singing like a rhyme

I am forever on the look out

for those who may be about

 

A brief encounter occasionally given

does my desire readily enliven

Often furtive and in haste

such time never a waste

 

It is an inborn longing

an inner bell forever ringing

Without it life would be dull

with it I am an anxious bull