ANOTHER ILLUSION

I am in love with the man

The man that brings me nothing but comfort

And my hands he forbids I soil

He leaves my heart racing and my belly full of the excitement only I reckon with

Cupid had done good this time

Shades of him I behold depriving my mind of its desires

Remember the short rounded belly one

He looked nothing like him

His mind most definitely would have passed for him

He went on about mathematical figures

Figures that flew planes

Oh this one was smart

But only a shade he was

I still have traces of the tall, well carved shade

He fits perfectly for the screen

The world agrees with this one

His language only he could comprehend

An‘’Emerican’’ this one.

But only a shade he was

I am in love with the man in my head

My head I said

I only once heard a friend of a friend whisper to my friend ‘’Imaginary”

But again we had a conversation last night but only in my head

Belle…