I did not mean to but when I saw you,
in the flesh for the first time, I felt as if we had traveled together, I felt as if you knew.

I could barely speak because I wasn't sure where to begin.  You had filled my nights for months,
I was overwhelmed by your sudden solidity,
wrapped up in tricks of the light, speaking with a tongue that I understood.

I wanted to grab at you and dig my hands into you and feel everything.
You were not a fantasy you were real!
Can you treat them the same? Can you toy with fantasy as if it were replaceable? Kiss it upon the mouth,
swallow it like pulp, sew wings to it's white, quivering skin,
throw it off an edge, dance with it, shoes of fire, voices visual,

tongues unwinding like rope?

You can but it will change, it will warp, it will put on your clothes,
it will love you like any messy beating heart,
breathing blood,

it will envelope you.