Intangible Touch

Within your two-tone sweep

You brush and crush and kiss

A double-sided bliss

From deep to ether deep

Across the air you splay

The colors of your sigh

Your hello and good-bye

Disguised as night and day

You hide in youth-romance

Or in the half-breath glow

Of innocence before they know

The power of your dance

Your cadence rises, falls

In hemlock hymn or gale

You laugh and weep and wail

In midnight madrigals

We cannot glimpse or grasp

Beyond your present breath

Or resurrect from death

Spent moments from your clasp

And from your phantom grail

Of future, present, past

A lifetime fills your glass

And spills on living’s trail

© Janet Martin