The Fantasy of Love

 

What fantasy

Did not come true?

Did you see all those

Forbidden things in me

That I dislike too?

 

I'm just not

What I seem

Nor do I exist here

As I do

In your dreams.

 

Please take the hand

That sometimes

Trembles in fear

From the loneliness

Of too many years.

 

I think I am----

                Or, am I not?

Oh, my mind's ablaze

With too many thoughts.

 

You've touched too long

The heat in my head----

For the fantasy of love,

It's gone.

It's dead.

 

 

B. Benjamin   

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