Elusive

I want to touch your skin

leaving faint imprints from afar.

The light of you burns my soul

and combusts me in your flames

but I can’t grasp you in my hands.

Stitched loosely together,

unwinding in threads of loss,

ethereal essence of you

floats in a different passage

unconnected to my world,

while I drift inconsolably lost.

You fall on disconnected

fallow earth beneath skies

that never end, within

a sphere of frozen glass -

an embezzled life pressed

between the empty spaces

of our yearning breasts,

blown away like dandelions

in the erstwhile breeze.

Fragrance scents the garden

of love that never existed

as love goes riding by

on the back of white mare

wearing blinders as

it gallops swiftly

looking straight ahead,

unaware of the shades

and shadows erasing

the cerulean sky.