Mirage

Sometimes I wonder

If you are real

Or I was just so hopelessly

In love

With the idea of my

Perfect man

That you manifested yourself

From my thoughts

You are perfect

You are so perfect with your

Amorous words

And poignant silence

That it is unnerving

You are the

Heady, intoxicating fragrance

That I can only feel

But can’t touch

I can’t feel your warmth in my arms

I can’t touch your lips

With mine

I can’t whisper in your ear

And see

How your shiver with

Sweet agony

Of pleasure

You laugh at my joke

But I can’t see

How mirth

Ripples through the creases

Of your weather-beaten face

And touches the eyes

You are the

Surprise treasure

To my penniless heart

I am elated

And equally petrified

As I have no shackles

No safe

No hidden chamber

Where I can keep you

Out of harm's way

All for mine

And never have to feel

Empty again.