Sweet

The memory of me -
just a fleeting sweetness
fled from your fondness
so swiftly one wonders
it may never have been

Nectar
nestled in the nexus of ixora
hidden in the stalk till awakened
to the perfection of conception

Unseen by the roving eye
untouched by the careless hand
undone by the impatient mind

Such a brief drop
disappearing on the tongue
lost in the lakes of lucid longing
the mind grasps naught but the absence

So beauteous to behold
so impossible to hold
so brief the taste
so desperate the chase
for a tantalising glimpse
of what may never have been.

wingsofdeath