To Touch

I. To touch yr mouth Would be pure poetry How shall I get there? I dream of that fate of flying through The ghostly sky With nothing but intrigue As I stay my distance, Knowing if I cross the rivers that protect you I will hurt my chances II. To touch yr soft skin Would be a novel of big proportions I would go to the end of space For a reason you would not understand But you'll not let me in yr inner world Acknowledging that time is slipping Through our fingers Like the sands of an hourglass And now night becomes day I will sleep until I find a way To make love to you sentimentally