I would dream of how you felt
     slippery skin like melting ice
I heard your voice whisper
     in the soft-running brook at the edge of a pond
your perfume caught me as I sat alone
     a rush of jasmine in the midday sun
I savored the ocean-like taste of your lips, your neck
     quenching my thirst like salt water
making me mad for more.

But I never could see you
     your ephemeral aura too fleeting
mortal imagination failing to conjure
     such beauty as you continue to reveal
one glorious glimpse at a time
  long after we met.