To You

I don’t know your name,
your eyes, your lips or your personality.
I have never seen your nose,
your hands, your feet or your laugh.
And yet I wait for you.

Wait for the moment
That I’ll run across your words
your cheeks, your chin or your arms.
Bump into your chest,
your back, your brain or your embrace.

When is it my second,
to move from my corner
to yours.
When is it my minute
to step from my room
to yours.
When is it my hour
to shift from him
to you.

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