Wads of Hidden Lust

So many difficult words strewn across
my desk and crumpled up atop the floor
while I try to make 3 pointers
into the wastepaper basket of my heart.

I still can't find the words to tell You
and I am afraid to drink the courage
from the bottle at the bar for fear that I
would say too little within too much.

& so, I continue to write words upon
innocent naked pieces of paper
all incoherent to Your heart and Feel
because nothing is found but empty
spaces rolled into little wads and tossed
for an imaginary score

& as I long to cheer on the winning shot
I know that somewhere You are waiting
waiting for me to invite You to fill
and caress my spirit

Now after a couple of hours
with very little upon the desk
and most of it all on the floor
I have very little to show for
all my pining and labors
'cept for a naked empty space
on my last piece of paper.


Hmmm……………..
How to express my intimate want
for You?