THE FIFTH ELEMENT (Only for my eyes)

Airborne, nothing touches you

Nothing but the beams

that travel at speed light and

(with no appreciable delay)

will depart from my eyes

to grace over your canals and forests 
and hills

Remain calm dear

Your elements will be of no assistance to you

tonight

See Earth, for instance, far below

You will not have its comforting touch

You will not say:

“Earth: sustain my body, don’t let it go…

...to your center (the center of the Earth)…

…Let me feel the sweet and scented grass…

…Let me sense your gentle and fresh touch…

…against my naked feet”

No, Goddess, not tonight

Forget the Fire, too

You will not command:

“Fire, you shall bring warmth to my skin…

…comfort my cold feet, rub my back…

…create the spark that will return…

…the lost caress of your heat to my chest…

…Warm my body, Fire,

…and make your nest in my belly …

No, your body will not meet

That comforting lukewarm feel tonight

You will need to wait a little

Still

Water is not a option either, I'm afraid

You will not tell the wet from the dry

You will not sense the deep corridor

that playful drop is making between your breasts

You will not track the drop’s progress

Not the way I do

There is no drop to sense, in fact

As for the Air

You could think “I am certain the breeze will touch me”

But there’s no wind tonight, remember dear

Nothing to move you, to caress you

With its immaterial hand

Nothing to comb

The flexible palm tree

Of your body

No, get used to the idea

Tonight nothing will touch you, dear

Nothing but my regard