Why do you torment me?
I know it’s really me
Just my imagination
Desire…misguided
But still
Why do you haunt?
You are nothing
To me - not my kind
Foreign beyond hope of connection
You are a month away and still
Thoughts of you arise
Unsolicited
Undesired
Images slither into my head
I feel you
Distance makes no difference
Were I not so cautious I would strike you
If I were not so stricken
I would send you away
But then I think
It’s only me
You are
just a simple man
Pasted onto a figment
All starched and squeaky clean
Grey and intoxicating
Not near as interesting as my imagination
Nor as dark as your eyes imply
and you are not so graceful as to occupy my mind
So prove or be gone and prey somewhere else
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