Unforgettably

His voice is the smell
of roses I have
never touched.

Clutching the seconds -
a skiing in snow,
he races across me ...
unforgettably.

I trace these wrinkles
and taste an intimacy
between us.

We are, we are -
in a timeless moment,
the meaning, the meaninglessness;
the mirth of the earth
when upon it a star,
falls.