Longing Stretches

I had aimed to be gentle wind

To the kindness in your eyes

Yet they were so discerning 

I settled as an escarpment 

Around your speech and breath

I guess you could say

I was ill prepared 

For such piercing gaze

So I blanketed your heat

In our subsequent days

Know I strived 

But also know that longing

Never stretches far enough

When it comes to you

And your kind discerning ways.