Does it make it for you?
do the breaths that we breathe
take your heart?

does your sleeve miss me
the
way that I miss you?

I want it and
you
do too
but you hold me back,


Lust is just a passing phase
in our youth when the days
rolled into one
but
longing lingers on.

I watch you
naked on the beach
that should have taught me
what
you wouldn't teach

I never learn.