FANTASY

"Fantasy" - digital image by S. Auberle

FANTASY

On a stormy night in March

you first came to my door

offering a split of pink champagne.

Your hope, you told me thirty years later,

was that I might distract you

from a life too early filled with duty.

To you I was moonlight,

wings, a tall aphrodisiac

with hair near to my waist.

I didn't know who you were,

didn't even know me,

but we drank from crystal glasses

and wrapped ourselves

in the silk of my hair

which took years

for Reality to untangle.

I think I am still

a figment of your imagination.

- mimi