YEN

I bury into my soaked pillow 
I feel your presence here 
In the wetness of keen yearnings 
And my tears fall silently, again 
Is that all we will ever be 
Salt streams and desperate longings? 
I wish I could look into your ocean eyes 
And drink deep of all that ripples there 
But I dare not 
For my aspectabund face
One look...and I fear you'll read in mine 
All that my heart's been trying to hide

MS