My Imaginary Paradise.

Your name flows through my veins,
Replenished with emotion every time
It’s pumped through my heart again.

Your fleeting fragrance wakes me up at dawn,
The beat of your melodious voice is my lullaby,
My made-up hell trapping me for eternity
In its own imaginary paradise.

Your embrace is my nutrition,
It’s warmth keeping me warm
On the coldest of nights,
And burning me even after
It’s gone.

If only it was real.

~ by dancerphilosophy on August 29, 2010.