even though 

we never met

I know the color of your eyes

and the taste of your lips

day and night

you are on my mind

I think about what you’re doing

and the way you laugh

at times I ponder

 what’s the taste of your skin

salty?... sweet?

or strawberry wine?

I like to think

your tanned arms are covered 

with short hairs shining in the sun

I wish I could touch

even though

we never met

I wonder what you are doing

tonight