Tangible

I love what I miss

What is missing

And fixed in my heart

I love what starts

And goes on and on.

I love what I kiss

The memory itself

Though it still smarts

And tears me apart,

The reason for a song.

Blessed be the touch,

The scent and the scream

Due to hands that clutch

Reality from my dreams!

I love what I hiss

Passion and yearning

Melting from my mind

Better yet when I find

What can last for long.