I will touch you now

My hands are hungry
To feel more
Than plastic keys

No
No one but you will do
This moment

I see you
Your back is to me
Framed
By an office chair
And over it
Dark hair

You won’t know
I will be as quiet
As the dust mote
Dropping
Through
Fluorescent descent

Standing
Behind you now
Feeling your racing mind
Don’t look
Just feel

Fingers
Run through soft
Black curls
Lean back and smile
Close your eyes
Your speeding mind
Enjoy
Light circles traced
To the edge
Of that lovely face

In this place
Where no substance is
I can be any dream you wish
For you can make
Your world here
Real