Affaire D’amour

Reclined in the soothing chair of affection, I slipped into a state where reality and imagination become intertwined.

I proceeded to ponder on an image that has surfaced in my subconscious.

Her portrait, of swan-like grace, casted a shadow in my mind.

I confronted my fantasy, as I’ve done in all of my dreams.

Her eyes revealed her intentions.

A burning passion she dares not share.

Tears trickled down her face, just as the morning dew on a rose petal.

I raised a sensitive hand to her dampened cheek and held her head close to my defenseless heart.

Our lips, on the edge of unity had moved us closer to ecstasy.

Suddenly! Awakened with a moistened brow and racing pulse, I realized that this was just a dream.

As I cringed in the corner of lonely hearts, I wiped the tears of dream with the sensitive hand of reality.