Tears On Oiled Silk Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

hanging there, like the sun
boiling in lust heat, desire and love
you are tantalizingly out of reach
my need and longing
running into a thick invisible wall
shutting me out and away from you
my love
rolling off you like rain on oiled silk
my words
failing to reach you
as you sit atop an icy mountain
in a glass box
my tears
ceasing to exist
bubbles floating away from anywhere you are
I do not possess the power
to move straw
in a tornado
I do not possess any charms
to move you, at all.