anticipation

i just wanted to
kiss your eyelids
gently
caress your lips with my
thumb

as i slowly
brush your shoulders
wandering down
toward your
omoplates

or maybe
stroke your faintly colored
hair
and feel it
tickling
against my fingertips

and then

but we're far far apart
and i haven't as much as
kissed you hi yet
our mouths are always touching
masks and fogging our glasses
and when we reach out into each other
is always through
books and words and
feelings

often songs
but hardly spoken words

yet, sometimes i permit myself to
long for your bare skin slipping
warm
(maybe chilly, maybe wet)
against
mine