Untouchable

when we converse
your voice is like smoke carved from the night sky
saturated in the syrup of knowledge
we indulge in
out of sync with my desolate musing
as humour deflects the chill that besieges us

when my eyes contact yours like predators
through the undergrowth of doubt flourishing in this room
my yearning feeds on your mystique
and the rain continues.

after weeks that smouldered
as we probed the obscure reach of friendship
during our liquid truce
candles spray a layer of seduction
over the crisis in your face
sensations too distant to acquire

glimmers of melody
breakout across my inner ear
an infection attuned to the
transmission encoded in our dark gaze
and the rain continues.

even when you are invisible
I suspect the catastrophe in lovely dimensions
will germinate
when I play your mouth
drink your figure
search the deep language of your heat
while winter dissolves
and the rain overruns my footsteps.