Standing, breathless, in the night air

As thoughts of you encompass me.

Paralyzed by your potent stare;

For in your eyes, your soul, I see.

Whilst visionary hands caress

The mortal flesh that makes me whole,

My fingers stroke your golden tress.

The vortex within takes its toll.

What part of living can endure

The constant lure of the minds eye?

Reality, no longer pure,

Is lost within a spirits cry.

Am I hidden inside of you?

Is the opposite really true ?