| I stare at my face in the mirror, |
| but I see her face in mind. |
| I don't need her lips against my lips, |
| but I need her cheeks against my cheeks. |
| I need to be able to run my finger across the tip of her nose |
| and to put my arms around her and draw her close. |
| I love her. |
| If you thought that the pleasures in |
| the gasps of an orgasm were something, |
| then you should see the gasps of pleasure |
| of souls interlocked, in love. |