Unattainable

I hang my lantern

to light his way.

He holds

my delicate dreams

in his hands.

His skin is all

I breathe as I

desire the unattainable -

an incomplete masterpiece

on sullied canvas

holding court

in the sky,

waking up my eyes

to touch, to taste

ingrained on my mind.

In clouds of shattered hopes

my naïve heart drowns

up to my neck in tears,

broken glass

hurled against frustrated

walls, sealed in a box car

never to be opened.

I swallow the bitter taste

of glowing need

as I walk alone

in a black

and white photo

and he is not

in the picture.

.