An Invisible Soul

I miss him, but I cannot tell him that;  
So dream of him far off; I'd never ask    
Him how he was, because the words would smack    
Of fucking desperation: silence masks    
The heart that stays depressed in the absence    
Of someone, who I yearn for all the time;    
The beating in my breast will recommence    
When feeling each deep loss; it is a crime
Against my reason that he penetrates    
My consciousness, despite not being here;    
The soul's invisible and, yet, it grates    
Against me, as my whispers can't be clear:   
That I so long to love him and to kiss    
The guy who makes me wet and who I miss.