I yearn someday to deeper know you: touch you, taste you, sit atop you. We're both stuck here, fingers splayed, arms and legs pinned, on display.
I stare through glass with eyes likewise.
I wish you knew what's on my mind;
Though we are destined not to meet,
I love all of you that I see.
My sight now blocked by someone else:
The one who placed me in this hell.
HE robbed me of my dignity,
But even so brought you to me.
YOUr figure shapely, nails well-kept,
Your arms so thick, your shoulders set,
Your face unmarred by rash or scar;
What a beautiful thing you are.