When I Look At Your Lips

i have always remained silent
like a dead man
but deep within there is always
this love growing
wanting to kiss your lips and
hold you
i close my eyes to dream at noon
your body and your soul
fused into mine

it is this oneness of us in the dream
that makes me write the poems and make me live
it is this separation
of our two realities that make me die
every moment

i am the coward of our time
i am the one that you can never love