Longing, so near, yet so far

Longing and longing,
Why am I longing for,
Something that is not mine;
Of this I am sure.

Warmth and heat,
Touch and hold,
Something that is not mine;
Why is it this way?

Yearning and wanting,
Blue nights, white skin,
Something that is not mine;
Hungry for what I cannot taste.

Why is it this way?
This hard and unresolved,
Something that is not mine;
So near, yet so far.


