Fantasy
sometimes
at odd times
seems so real-
at least for that moment
reason suspended
judgment abandoned
my legs tremble
my palms are cold
a flush appears
in my face
I feel dizzy
I can't think
lost and bewildered
eyes transfixed
feasting
on that face that appears
suddenly from nowhere
so exquisite
so angelic
so tender
so dreamy
(she is everything I want
she is perfection
personification
of beauty beyond the finest words
of the best poet
yes,  at this moment
it's only she
the world doesn't exist anymore)

this is not a dream
no, I am not dreaming
(I pinch my arm to be sure)

imagination takes its wild amorous leap
the heart pounds
in some strange anticipation
is it rapture?

if only she would look at me
give me a nod
a smile
send me a 'yes'
or 'who are you?' message
through her eyes

but she stands there
her eyes seem far away
(look at me--I am just a few yards away
standing opposite you)
she hardly moves
(I think she looks
somewhat sad-
has she been hurt by love
as I have been?
if that were so
we have a reason to tango..)

suddenly her face brightens up
she looks away
waves to someone

in seconds
her man appears
she rushes to him
cries our her heart-
'darling I've waited a long time
I thought you would never come'
then she kisses him
so passionately
as though that would be their last

I am a loser
a loner
one who lives
in fantasy