illusion

your reddish brown skin, jet black hair, hesitant laugh, all equally desirable.

Your charm is as easy as a Sunday evening and you wake me with the strings of your guitar being played just like me and all of the girls you call babe.

There is a difference though, I am not everyone else, maybe I am the one alluring you, I learn form the best, he called me babe and had made me a fool.

It makes no difference to me though, you are my muse, I can feel my art and I am inspired by the life in you.

We both may not be sweethearts but we both fit too much together like puzzle pieces.

The lives we live are quick and instant, at times careless but with deep emotion. When you return I will be here no matter another, I will be the one with a heart.

All others aside, I will always be more interesting and you will be confused and lost ‘what is missing?’

The will to live and you need the reassurance of your breath by pulling on my arm to embrace you at night. To exchange kisses on the cheek in between dreams, to share hopes with and share stares with.

Us together is like a sunset with a moon.