I won’t lie, its hard these sometimes,
When I can’t feel you here with me.
Can you reach down and touch me please?
Cos I want to be touched these sometimes.
I want to be held and crushed in some arms.
How I wish they were yours Lord,
Physically here with me,
dust and breath, A Man.
How nice to know you are perfect.
Father, last night, some night, lonely and longing I was.
I cried to you, I clanged to you.
But all I was left with to feel were my tears.
I wanted a father, But it wasn’t you.
I wanted my father with less perfections.
What is this you’ve placed in me?
This desire for a Man.
You walked this earth,
Blessed were those you kissed
washed, smiled at, fed, comforted, hugged, touched.
Blessed were those who saw these things.
I am no different, I want them.
I want to dance with you, feel the vastness on your chest.
I want to kiss you, hug you tight.
I want to feel you closer, to lie with you on a cold floor.
I want to see you and your love.
But you no longer walk this earth, I cannot see. . . Oh!
You’re not a man after all.