Non-existent …

You’re not real.

(were you ever?)

Simply a figment of my imagination.

Something and someone conjured

during a time of vulnerability.

Now and again

(I swear)

I remember pieces of tangible.




warm breath

filled with words of desire

seeping through to saturate gentle, curious, tongues .

And, what of  the olfactory moments –

heated, cologne whispered, skin

left on sheets – so long ago laundered.

Bringing back  your non-existent ways.