Untouchable

Untouchable Standing like a tall, confident King With an invisible crown I was determined to be his Queen Loving him seemed To be a dream Similar to the Never ending story That a hypersomniac is Addicted to having. He made little boys fantasize And little girls eyes’ shine Like the diamond I imagined him Putting on my finger. I just could not imagine Loving another brother Wishing he could smother me With a portion of his life So that my existence becomes sheer in his eyes No longer mere in mines I have never been so stimulated By fingertips, Never been so elated By lips and a tounge Never been so saturated By memories He was Hoodini to my mind, body and soul, Making my body jerk With withdrawl pains When his presence disappeared. Without him, I scheme and I dream and I fiend. I would evaporate into the air he breathes If it was a possibility But its just a fantasy. His name is Untouchable And regardless of my intensity And the love I bequeathed, I could not touch him. Dedicated to lost loves...