my eyes are my heart

my lips are my heart

my fingers are my heart

for I haven’t learned how to

look, taste or touch you

with anything but

How I learned what "yearning" means:

When looking at you,

I try and avoid blinking.

Inevitably, I blink.

Never have I wished 

I could be more dedicated

To your eyelashes.

a hummingbird 
beating its tiny, wild wings

(no one will ever be as jealous
of your eyelashes)