venting through hugging razor wire

you
who I long to kiss,
to hold,
to caress;

you who I desire,
to stare in the eyes of
before drifting off to sleep
with you in my arms;

you,
whose sacred temple of flesh,
I dream of going down on my knees
and worshipping at;

you,
who I would
sacrifice a
thousand worlds for;

you.
I love you,
and I know
that you will never
say it and mean it
the way
I do.

I wish I could tell her how much I love her
how much it grieves me to not touch her
how much I bleed inside for her;
how heavy my heart is without her.

I wish her poems were about me
her heart spilling rhyming couplets and prose in honor of me
the words pouring from her fingers like blood from an artery
her nights dream the sound of a heart beat coming from me.

I wish I could hold her
look into her eyes and see down into her soul
see feelings reflected like lasers off mirrors
feel her breath against my ears
her body clinging to mine.

If tears were razor blades,
my thoughts of you would have ended my pain