You are something
that will always be out of reach to me.
Something I can sense
with even blurred consciousness.
Though your form is both
perfect and clear to me.
Do I know you?
Or am I mad in love?
Is this love poem with sails
bound for an old flame?
The sea between us
is something that makes us untouchable.
Those jade eyes of yours
with winking lids,
surely our eyes have embraced,
though not our hands,
nor our lips,
nor our bodies.
I want nothing more than
something of a touch.
Someone to share my tongue,
my sweaty skin.
So, you see?
you are something untouchable for me.
Something of a congenial spirit
and mind you are,
something of radiance
that stuns and awes.
Something untouchable
even with my persistence.
Somethin untouched
by me, your are.
Something warm in the cold
of loneliness, you are.
Something cold in the anticipation
of my lips you sadly are.
