Not just a fantasy
This time she’s real
And for once I don’t struggle
To feel how I feel
To reveal to her
All of my intimate
Darkness
Foreboding
Corroding my carcass
No more
She is coding
The mode of my mood
To conclude
Its exhuming
For good
Lay my demons to rest
In her soothing
Serenity
Melody
Sweet as sincerity
Piecing the fragments
Of dismembered memory
Back to reform
To adorn me in solace
Yet still not quite certain
In love
She would call this