A couple games of chess
And a vein attempt to strike up
Empty conversation
Timid, feverish fidgeting
Knowing well that I desire more
Than the words alone placed upon his
Soft lips.
Then desire, setting heavy
In my chest,
Shoots to overcome the
Static with which he has
Filled the
Room.
Asking for a kiss,
Not to hear him speak,
But to feel
His heart
Speak.
 

~Jan Brian Vis