The Wanting

And here it comes again
The wanting.
Puppeting your hands with my own.
The feeling of lips kissing secrets and
eliminating all but us
But
You're not here to join me.
Sometimes
I let these images take over
Lose control on purpose
So that you can control me
unknowingly.
And now you're knowing me much more than you should.
Loving me better
than any other man could.
Offering me more than they would
And I'm still pretending it's you
that's touching me.
Giving me life with each phone call
Poem
And memory.
This is scaring me
Really