express

i sit and think

i do things

my heart beats

my mind drifts

and i think

of you.

longing to caress

soft skin

corners of your face

lips

but do i dare press

my desire, my urging

face down rejection

and fears

when i will live

either way?

rather, i find

creative methods

to subvert myself

away from bubbles

ive not been encouraged

to penetrate.