Have you embraced me? Or did I create you?
Did I imagine your touch?
Elusive love, passing like a breeze
Should I believe the feeling you leave behind?
What are you? That my palms should sweat?
That my breath should go shallow
That all my senses should tingle so
What are you? That should bring such parts of me to life
Meanwhile, losing sight of who I am
As if we cannot coexist as we are
But must change and bend to each other’s will.
Love, you remain, elusive.