Paralyzed Hands Caressing Ethereal Skin

If I could raise my paralyzed hand and caress your ethereal skin
And feel you with the numbness this illness has ushered in
Break the barriers of time and space just to feel the warmth of your embrace
Lest I be concerned in my acknowledgement that death is just the nonexistance
But existance all the same! Where my eyes should be unsheathed for the very first time
Apart from my body so as to see the ideal beauty not arcane to carnal beings
Yet relish in the moments in whichI can relax my aching body and find delight upon
This shattered requiem that is apparently life in a space capsule to which I view the  Apparatus of the constellations brightness deterring my eyes yet again causing my Mind to linger and reflect on images left amidst my soul so as to imagine that perhaps All these abstractions could one day make my existance in essence whole?

If I could raise my paralyzed hand and caress your ethereal skin
And feel you with the numbness this illness has ushered in
Engage the spirits wallowing in the creeking floor boards of my past
To clasp this chalice with my imaginary lips and feel your soul with theoretical senses
Imagined by my mind so as to paint an image for myself to remember the woman
I had met no more than a sunset before; only to primordially experience a surreal Sunrise and begin a journey with her beyond synthetic shallow depths:
As if a physical creature desired any less than this!