sigh

When we sit in the same room,
I watch your hands.
Your hands tell of your frustrations as you wring them.
I watch your eyes.
Your eyes tell of your desire as they flick in my direction.
I watch your lips.
Your lips tell other things to other people.
But I wish your lips would tell some things to me.
I wish your eyes would hold my gaze.
Oh, and the things I wish of your hands...