False Ambrosia

Years of frustration,
an endless stream of sleepless nights,
caged hunger screaming for release,
slashing my body to ribbons.

Hands caressing the breeze,
shimmering just beyond my quivering flesh.
Unable to control the shaking,
forcing myself to deny almost everything.

Charades of friendship,
built on truthful lies.
Yearning for the impossible,
to have you embedded in my flesh.

Nails raking down my back,
searing my flesh,
marking me,
claiming me forevermore.

Naked bodies entwined
seeking blissful oblivion.
I find myself within your embrace,
we are where our hearts belong.
…
The dream shatters.
Dies a slow and painful death.
Reality and fantasy are ripped apart,
leaving us on opposite ends.

A vessel caressed by the sea
sooner or later will search for dry land.
A rose blooming alone in the desert
will be spread upon the wind.

You were meant to be shared with the world,
a taste of ambrosia for us mere mortals.
We may touch, we may taste,
but we may never own.

Love may exist for eternity and beyond,
but you and I will not.
I shed silent tears
and try to face another day alone.