The Architect Poem by Ann ...

you who are so
unattainable
and beautiful, reach
out to me. don't keep your
heart at a distance, for
surely i could take better care of
it than the crowds of women that
throw themselves at your doorstep.

if i could bury my head in your shoulder,
if i could know your morning face and love it
and kiss you before you brush your teeth,
and sit silently reading while you work,

then we would know what it is like to be loved,
and no longer feel the emptiness
and pain of this desire.