You would always

sink into me.

Enter places, never invited

to go, but welcomed

every time.

A fine mix of confidence

and insecurities.

Defined, defines.

 

I could reach and take.

Eat of the fruit.

Lips tasting of truth.

 

But you are just a shadow.

A faded patch

on the fabric of my fantasies.

Get out. Get out. Get out.