Tantalus, or, Parting

Small offering to the god of memory,
To the lord of all I carry:
You may have her name
Her fingernails and
Waking, tousled hair
If only I may keep her scent
Forever

A reply
          To you star-crossed lover
          You supplicant, you dreamer
           You beggar, you wretch, you glutton
           May her breath
           Linger always 
           Just out of reach