Chain of Illusions

Note: This is not erotica. I wrote this one for someone not because she requested it, but because it spoke her truth. These are the words that she couldn't say, but I could. So I wrote what she felt. Hope you enjoy.

We had that magical epitome type love

where touches magnified mutual feelings.

The scent of you excited my senses

and in every sense I see, hear, feel, taste, smell you.

To have you reciprocate and paint your feelings on forbidden

makes my breath become shallow as I replay us.

The way you artistically painted thoughts on me,

our primal sounds and carnivorous activity. 

The experience of you and I conceiving intense passion

resulted in multiplicity: days, nights, and that in between

when we joined and became one.

While exchanging thoughts and toying with these feelings

we were unaware that we were flirting with danger.

Because now happy moments are no more

and these experiences of you and I, I and you,

We, somehow became separate entities. 

No longer same and now I'm no longer sane

because we're different and far away.

Our quest for the highest high has ceased and feelings too. 

I watch as you fail to see me in every way. 

You erase my touches, no longer hear my words.

Invisibility every day and questions formulate

in this confused psyche of mind

asks how we went from singular to plural, 

plural to singular and now we're just singular

no longer fitting in each other's molds.

I am confused, stuck between fantasy and reality, 

the we and the not us.

Were those times of passion just imagined, is what I question.

Enjoyable it was at first but this unquenchable thirst has me

pondering the thoughts of us

and to think you were the better half of me 

makes me question my ability 

to decipher truth and illusion .

But as I think about it I realize that we did what 

so many are guilty of and confused the 

two four letters words of lust and love,

so what we had wasn't blissful love but dejected lust. 

We allowed the feelings we had for others 

to be imagined in each other and like children

we played games with each other

fooling the other into thinking something was there

when there really wasn't anything.

Fools were made of ourselves as we thought

and thought and thought some more

while we simultaneously played and played

and played yet more.

Both of us were successful at the attempts

yet so unsuccessful when it came to truth and reality.

We're guilty of arresting the other's hearts 

and tying it down with the chains of illusions. 

But somewhere between the illusions and lust

my feelings became real

and I saw in you what I wanted in others

and I know that mine is real.