Come My Love

Come my love
let me look at you at least
I cant touch your
silver hair
smooth your ear
or cheek
can I?
breathe upon your neck
all manner of
promise and desire
drift my lips
near but not quite on yours
slide a hand
between
that cool good shirt
and warm skin.
I cant sit on your knee
and melt
At least I can
take tea
and make you laugh
look at you and make you laugh