phantasia

Running ahead of time, taking my breath elsewhere

stuck in a loop, prisoner of an endless desire,

high on mushroom clouds, longing a glance of her in Partial shades

and with eyes closed, I pass my hands through her layers

lustrous delicate skin, fine like aged wine,

Chardonnay sweet aroma, notes of vanilla,

blooming cheeks and royal lips underneath

exotic, rich brown eyes, golden amber of honey divine

rosy posy curls soo define, like a soft curtain well designed

in moments, just as time relapses,

those few minutes before embracing solitary

a universe where she exists in my head

and a reality where she belongs to nature

and I belong to phantasy, aspiring youth dreams

carried away in moments moments moments ...