If only

I only want to hold you.

He is there, somewhere,

someone deep into my future,

a being I haven’t met yet,

or one who is already known.

I can see it in your eyes,

yet the love of a man is so

elusive,

so secret,

so strange,

so untold and yet something of

incredible beauty.

I only want to hold you,

feel your embrace,

the love in your eyes,

the manner that melts when you

think of me;

think on me.

I implode with the thought of you,

the touch of an arm on a winter’s night,

the burn of your love to the

cinders that we share,

a thought spoken and little

shame.

We are an epiphany in waiting;

if only I could hold you.