Unrequited Poem by david e golledge

Just what exactly
do I have to do?

Not by way of apology
or excuse to make things right.
Not a meaningless gesture,
no gift or caramel centered word,
no empty jokes to achieve a smile.

What do I have to do
to make you feel the same?

How do I make your heart pound,
your pupils dilate the way mine do
when you enter a room, your pores widen
to enhance your contact
with my warmth, my touch,
my perfume?
How do I make you wet
and aroused at the
very mention of my name,
make you crave my body
with a hunger painful in it's
insistence.

How do I help you to
see you the way I do?
How do I make you feel
that when you see me
you’re further from where
you were and closer
to where you should be?

Please tell me because
I need to know.

This unrequited adoration
sometimes feels nearer to hate,
killing me gently with it’s slow
and bittersweet poison.