Our Love Is Torn by Miles

Our Love Is Torn by Miles, Not by Choice

Our love is torn by miles, not by choice.

Soon, soon, my darling, I'll be coming home.

At night I play your body and your voice,

But soon the hands and cries will be your own.

I want to love you all the hours we've missed,

And do the things I've fantasized for you:

Kiss you all the places my mind's kissed,

And put you everywhere I've wanted to.

My only fear's desiring you so much

That dream will overwhelm reality;

Time, for both of us, must temper touch

So love can once again be slow and free.

My mind's already half insane with pleasure;

Soon, soon my body will consume its treasure.