I wish I could tell him how much I want him
As much as the tides wants to rise up on a moonless night
How the sea foam wants to melt to the touch of the shore
Or how the parched lands long for the rainfall
I wish I could tell him how much I want his gaze
Like how the paragraphs of a book wants to be read
Every line, every word and even all the aching pain
Like how the poet’s tongue kisses the soul and baptized it
I wish I could touch Him, without him thinking if that was smart
Or me recoiling, thinking if that was safe enough
I wish I could tell him I’ve spent nights reciting his name
So that I could lessen its meaning, but it didn’t
I wish I could stop writing about him and talk to him instead
Or stop the brisk thumping of this heart at the sound of his voice
I wish I am strong enough to not be suffocated by these feelings
I wish I could stop wishing, and see it all played outside of my mind
But this is all I can do, So I Wish…