Snatching pieces
of you from the
anthill of motion
and energy that
seems to be my
life. Thinking,
with smiles, of
touching you,
of being near
you. Your shy
smile and lithe
brown body close
to mine, but not
close enough. I
catch myself
dreaming of the world
we might become,
and my yearning
is too bright to
see. So I wait
and I will be your
support and hand
hold, to be there,
for you, with you,
is enough.

                AcB        8.8.98