Sometimes I think you’re an image
created by my mind
A fantasy of sensual perfection
who offers me her time
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all real
when you look at me
A fantasy of love and compassion
you offer me what I need
Sometimes I fear you disappearing
like a mist fades into night
A fantasy cut short in front of me
like a switch turns off a light
Sometimes I want to hold on to you
and never let my grip loose
A fantasy of warmth in my arms
that I can’t afford to lose