Fantastically Fictional Phantasms

Blushing his mind was suddenly buzzing
With a rushing kind of thrumming thundering
His hands fumbling with wistful whispering
As he stilled listening
Quivering in attention to her symphony
Moving so fluidly it seemed
She was perfect symmetry
If symmetry could sing infinitely
While still breathing
 
Red lips and a tongue ring
Swayed hips like an epiphany
He used ink viciously
As he tried to capture her being
In pages of calligraphy
Ultimately ending in simplicity
And writing only two words worth keeping
Lovely,
And Epitome
But even that seemed to be a study in futility
Close, but still just a facsimile
 
Now even attempting such a thing
Was like extemporizing a soliloquy
When she’s not in the scene
It was a crushing ruptured something
Lusting up toward her but just...brushing
See because,
 
Crystallized starlight and sunbeams
Are the color of her eyes for one thing
Her makeup was made of the constant fluttering
Of a thousand different shades of butterfly's wings
Her body wrapped with swirling images of things
Half shown only teasingly
Blues and pinks perfectly painted in permanent ink
She wore a meticulous modesty like an alluring anthology
Audibly dancing the lines of an infatuation with her body
Calmly, and without a hint of apology
 
Never did they speak
But he thought of her with a quietly
Quickening need
Like a disease
Degenerative and growing constantly
Her motion kept within a distant proximity
Close, but still just out of reach
Orbiting fitfully like a belief caught by gravity
Even the fleeting demons seemed to freeze
The needle points of their teeth not quite so pressing
Folded and creased with every word that she’d speak
 
See,
He wanted God but was stuck in the ministry
She was the girl of his dreams
Literally
An Ideal over which he found himself continuously
Waxing rhapsodically
Lasting and wrapped softly
In prose and in poetry
She was the standard for every real meeting
The source of a lonely rising anxiety
Only interspersed by other versions sporadically
By terse blurred physical excursions endured silently
Violent and briefly blinding
Lost like a leaf in lightning
 
She was a masterpiece paraded in pageantry
Absently grasping at the fantasy of his own imagining
She was a fiction with...
Cherry flavored lips and a tongue ring
Swayed hips like an epiphany
And eyes the color of crystallized starlight
And sunbeams
Too caught up in the dream
To realize he was sleeping
He fell in love with a faery
He just couldn’t see her wings