illusion

i dream of you at night, a ghost of your fingertips tracing my back hesitantly, as i imagine your warmth enveloping me, flowing deep into me as i melt into your embrace. i feel your face bury into the crook of my neck; red hot lust emanating through your quickened breath, one i can conjure, one that i know.

i dream of you pressing deep into me, reaching, grasping at the confines of my heart, digits lovingly knocking at the doors of my soul as you engulf me in your love, filling me up as i blossom in your arms, the gaping, wide hole in me filled in a flash; with the illusion of the same coldness gracing my palm, the faint scent of spices dancing in the air, leading me to your ghost which disintegrates into the air as i reach out and-

i wake up, to the coldness of my bedsheets, and a lingering warmth of a heart who yearns; a heart who longs for a past forgotten.