Sitting By My Desk

Everything I feel for him is flowing
From my chest, from the hairs raised on my skin
I let it stream, timid and yet glowing
Though I know I'll never, never have him

If he knew the desires I harbour
How many times he's held me in my head
He would run, be unable to endure
He would just run, leave everything unsaid

So I keep everything buried
Keep my fantasies for my own dreams
Flowing in and out by the knife that I bleed
But through my eyes they slip out of the seems

He sits there, my presence seeking to touch
The new one that I want, I want too much