Though you remain
Unknown
An indefinable
Mystery to me,
I have caught
Glimpses of your smile
In other women.
A hint of your eyes,
The mention of your pig-tailed hair
In past endeavors.
Whispers of your breath
In failed conversations
Detained by shyness
And the allusion
To your form
Through the yellow sundress
I can only speculate you own.
My imagination condenses
The vapor of your equation
Collects the precious drops
To give you history,
Essence,
The unmistakable devotion
A touch is obliged to produce
In one as
Inanimate
As I.