Jerry's illusion

She's poetically entitled to My heart, irony drowns in personal illusions....suffocated by lifes delusional's. She sits on the wings of a butterfly with her pretty little legs dangling from the wing's brim. I call it Beauty floating in the wind. She's in my arms, I kiss her lips... (whoooooo) She disappear. From my illusion. Leaving me lonely to reside in delusions All I want is her... my boundaries held hostage by her love my view interrupted by her beauty, my space occupied by her flesh I want her... I want her voice to echo in my ear shattering the physics of sound like a birds wing clapping against empty wind cushions.... There goes the sun dramatically elevating into the skies eliminating the nights purpose and breaking the silence of the early morning. There she is... floating aside the clouds Staring at my puny image from up high blowing me kisses from dreams. Its real this time, or at least that's what it seems... maybe its damned allusions or damned dreams, mybe I'm in love or addicted like a fen.... I can't help but think of her when I write or paint she's my appeared theme. One touch of her existence and my reality is wiped clean. Trapped in my illusions, so im familiar with this space, dreamed but never really kissed her lips, So I'm absent of that taste...its like my Reality displays Tom and Jerry putting me up for a cartooned Chase! -MarcRed