Various Women Whom I Am in a Non-sexual Relationship With

When was the last time we escaped our boxes?
Domes of security
warm blankets
I ask you to be naked
Only true beauty amuses me
  
When you were too young you looked far but had
no reach
the honest claims of an innocent young girl
who's passionate interest but exceeds
our grasp
of each other
a flurry of blurring colours fly by
as we sit at a million miles per  hour
  
your wedding ring and blue hair
your creamy skin through flip on shoes, a spirit older than age;
a ghost reverie that lurks in death
All three enter my life and fly by
I grasp but it only falls
then so do I