Your Imagination

The air feels hot tonight.

A chill runs down the spine.

A feeling that’s not right.

But in ones heart, its fine.

She stands and looks at you.

Is that your cue.

Do you stand back.

Retreat, not attack.

And admire her vision.

Your illusion.

Sweet scented breeze.

A smell that will please

Carried on an air stream.

As in the head the dream.

You reach to touch.

You want to so much.

Hand stretched out.

There creeps in doubt.

Hand filled with empty air.

She isn’t there.

She lives in your head.

Her beauty is feed.

By your imagination.