Sapphic poetry

my chest aches,
my soul longs,
for the faintest of dreams of love,
of her lips,
her smile,
her mind

her thoughts on anything,
i could listen to for lifetimes,
passing moments I would cherish for aeons more

her touch, oh how i long to feel her,
her hands though my hair,
her fingers along my cheek,
her arms around me

her comforting tender gaze,
entranced in her eyes,
yet i have never seen them

how i wish to meet her
to know that she exists
to know that
she
waits
for
me

listen im in a yearning mood, okay?
idk what else to do other than write gay stuff and be sad