Tangible

You read my words, delicate hopes lying between sheets of pent-up passion,
and gave them something tangible to belong to.
You touched my skin with a gossamer force and listened while I
tried to explain the unexplainable.
I existed in the heat, in the buoyant wetness, knowing that it would end.
Now all I have are fragmented images to remember: convergence with perfection, briefly;
and a spicy sweet scent, complex and layered.