Desire

I can only taste
the laughter

floating swiftly through the air.
Whispers of breath trail gently
upon my deprived and aching skin.
With one fingertip, you trace
a path of possibilities across
her uncharted map of flesh.

I can only stare
secretly

through my hair cloaking desire
as I focus on you playing
and twisting sparkling strands of beauty.
I waste wishes on false faiths
that you will love me with braids, mazes, patterns
of pleasure and presence.

I can only stare
silently
and imagine your pliant
fingers tangling and smoothing my own
desire to be among others.

I can only feel
goose bumps, nerves
rising, creating a ghost
to fill the void of loneliness
devouring my still and thirsting flesh
and yearning hair.