Sunday, November 13, 2005 C.E

Untouchable

A blind glance,
my untouchable,
to attract a world of spies
and glares.

An invisible smile,
my untouchable,
to summon a kiss,
unwanted stares.

An intimate song,
dear untouchable,
to listen to,
to deafen me.

A constant fare-well,
dear untouchable,
the desolate reminder
free to be.

My last confession,
my untouchable,
unheard, and yet,
bright as day.

Should you flounder,
untouchable you,
despair not-
I'm on my way

at least...

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