Undone

"In the small hours, you haunt me"

Once again awake,
Disturbed from fitful slumber.
Images, visions, near memories
Of something thought dead.
Something that never really was.

A ghost.

I’m haunted by my own desire
For something impossible;
Like dragon’s blood and fairy dust,
Something beyond this world.

A fantasy.

I toss and turn
And the ceiling shadows change.
Lightening, brightening,
As the hours play witness to my coveting.

A craving.

Until with a sigh, I relent.
Eyes close and fingers seek, find
Sodden flesh and needy folds,
Strumming my core to flash point.

A gasp.

Quiet as a thief, it comes over me
And I shiver and quake,
Your name a noiseless whisper on my lips,
A throaty cry in my mind.

A release.

But the ghost remains.
The fantasy persists.
The craving only diminished.
The gasp and release a memory.

Eclipsed by the truth.

By you.

And I am undone.