My Midnight Love

In the night he torments
Bringing promises of
Something that may never be.

Every time I close my eyes,
This illusion haunts me
Preventing me from knowing
Who he is.

Year after year I dream
And I compare him to
The men before me
Diminishing them to shadows.

In moonlight he shows
How I need him to feel alive
Yet in the morning,
I am left alone once again.

Is he the manisfestation
Of what I want from love?
Is he only an illusion
I create to justify
A loveless life?
Is he an excuse
For not accepting that feeling
From flesh and blood?

I let him in night after night
I give in to the point we join
Knowing that I will wake before pleasure
Never fulfilling the dreams
From my midnight love.

In the daylight I wonder,
Am I just lonely
Or do I need this to live?
I want him, yet I hate him
For making me like this,
A shadow playing at womanhood.

In the night he torments me
With promises of forever
And what may never be
As I cry out a name
That is quickly forgotten,
And see a face and form
That I loose in consciousness
In the first waking moments of dawn.

Reviews

[Phil Sanders]

Poignant and beautifully written ....

[natalie]

love it!! umm as a woman and a poet ~giggles~

Nat

[Paul Wallace]

Quite a beautiful poem. Thank you for reviewing one of mine!