I can't sit still

I am hoping that my words will soak through your skin;
from my brain to my veins to your fingertips
I am hoping that your eyes will read the message traveling from mine;
transform into something you can comprehend.
I am hoping that your kiss will absorb these things I've said;
your lips molten, as I pray that my message slips into them
All the same,
I am not brave enough to do anything but hope.