Forbidden Fantasy

Thoughts of you linger,
floating through the canal of hope,
pondering if you think of me as I think of you.

Do small things trigger a thought of me?
The sight of a lily? the scent of my exotic perfume?
Does the taste of succulent strawberries remind you
of my lips?

Deep blue seas remind me of your soulful eyes,
a summer breeze reminds me of my hair turbulently flying
through the air when you used to take me for a ride,
and even the slight stubble on my unshaven legs reminds
me of your five o'clock shadow.

Is our love evanescent?
Are you now just a forbidden fantasy?
Will I forever be engulfed in the darkness of unknown?

You invaded my heart,
Questions start bombing my thoughts,
I wonder if you are in this war, too?

*written for a club challenge.

Copyright 2012: Hannah K.