Intimate Stranger

Loneliness visits me now and again
... stays for a while and then wanders away
Not really thinking, I take it all in
and watch for the light of the waking new day

She sits by my side or she walks 'cross the floor
or waves from outside, lest she hide in the mist
Though often she's touched me (I've wanted for more)
and crossing my lips... no, she never I've kissed