Beyond My Touch

You followed the whole story
of the man I called my "toy".
You listened to me talk,
but, at times, you seemed annoyed.
You know the good and bad,
and how the story ends.
Though, at times you didn't want to hear
things told only to a friend.

You know that story ended
because another came to mind.
Another's face, another's touch,
I thought of, at that time.
You said I should drop him,
and that I should find another.
The problem is, there's only one
I want to be my lover.

The man whose face I saw--
whose touch I fantasize.
The man whose voice and gaze
holds me hypnotized.
The man who drew me to him
about a year ago--
The man who speaks my name, and draws me in--
though I don't let it show.

At times, I've seen you look at me
in a way that seems to say
That I've said more than I wanted to--
but then you walk away.
At times, your eyes have shown me
looks that haunt my dreams.
Looks that say you want me, too.
but is it what it seems?

You seemed a bit upset
when I chose Javier.
Yet never once did you say
YOU wanted to be there.
You're always unavailable,
you frustrate me too much.
You're the one I wanted--
but you're beyond my touch.