I need to see you. I need to see
your face, your arms,
your wet hair,
your back
I need to have you in my arms.
All I have is your name tattooed across some
mass email listserv message
and a picture in a social networking site,
and not much else.
I need your image, your smell,
your skin and your lips and
all the pretense gone and all
that's missing recovered
I need you
