Forgot the c/p in the header.
A Fresh Breath
It was at first, just a simple thing
a brief meeting, a quick handshake,
a moment of consideration expressed.
It quickly escalated, transcended
barriers, grew into a forlorn fantasy
come to life. He intrigued me
like no others before him.
His faultless face morphed
before my psychosomatic eyes
into a paranormal being
whose sole purpose
was to haunt my lonely soul;
infest my degraded mind;
to bear witness
to the metamorphosis
that his very existence, a fact
not fiction, forced into being.
An uncomplicated wish;
suppressed, denied,
yet not forgotten,
catapulted from the depths
of my tortured heart,
merged with the memory of him
to gasp for breath again.
Edited 11/2/2009 3:03 pm ET by racierae
