It's very difficult to describe
in words that which one would usually
express via a kiss to the cheek,
a nuzzle to the ear,
a loving whisper as fingers
play with waist.

The dance that we would perform
if you were here
would more than relieve
the emotions that swirl through
my distressed soul.

It's odd, living in a hot,
red hell of desire is usually
pleasant, lovely, life-affirming.
Now, being unable to sate said desire,
even if by simply seeing
your face close to mine,
is terrible, awful, and nightmare-inducing.

Dreams that need to become real
rarely do
in a timely manner.