Forgive me, love.

My affection for you
cannot be conveyed
in words or poems.

It is a well that
must be drunk from
by your own lips.

It needs the language
of fingers and kisses
and skin and sighes.

When we reach
the moment
when we can speak
the tactile tongue
of love face to face,
you will know just
who I am and why
I need you in my life.

Until then, these
poor words must suffice.

Take them, a part of me,
and all I can give
in this moment.