Phantasmagoria

 
I willingly fell
into the abyss
of
You.
 
Your outstretched
extremities
lay gently taut
and I made
Certain that
I made
contact
with You. . .
 
over and over
and over
again.
 
In my dreams
You are real
 
In reality
You are a
wisp of
 
love.