Ricardo Ipina


I long to know you.

Iíve studied you,

touched you,

sat alone with you

for hours.


You interest me.

Fascinate me.

Transport me.

Challenge me.


I long to know you well.

Silently and patiently

you wait for me

to make the first move.


You taunt me.

Beckon me.

Tease me.

Intimidate me.


I long to know you so well

as to be able to touch you

with my eyes closed

and know exactly where I am.


You are my life.

My refuge.

My love.

My piano.