Late at night
in the quiet of the dark
in the hush of midnight
I disappear
into a lover's dream.
My body no longer tangible
but a sensual ghost
that travels the night
across the sky
to where love radiates.
Where I see my signature
upon the heart of men
who with words of passion
and words of lust
have me enclosed, surrounded
by what's real, what's pure.
It's when thoughts of you
are a billion miles away
blocked out
taken from existence
by your very own illusion
so be it.

WhiteRose