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...
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