You are the sand on the coast.
I dip my fingers into it, I feel it, and then it is gone, nothing in my palm.
You give me a love like electricity.
You lighten me, you burn me, and then you leave me in the darkness of routine without you.

You are like some wine with ice, a good dry rose with ice.
You freshen me, just for a moment, to leave me in heat waves and sweat.
You are the chocolate in the morning of diet cheat day,
I crave you, but I am afraid of the pleasure being momentary and short.

You are like parking downtown on a weekend-
Might be loads, might be none- never know.
You are like an open-air swimming pool on an August day
Just too close, too available, still nowhere.