No Limits (Poetry)

I’ve been lusting after a man
who doesn’t in reality exist —
he’s in my head — he’s other places, too
he’s everywhere I look up in the sky — his face
and eyes — they follow me — there’s no possible escape.

His laugh cuts through the crowd
my ear receives the broadcast every hour —
feels the thrill — a secret static kiss
transmitted just for me.

He finds me wherever I might be —
he’s at my shoulder breathing in my ear
so near — so very near I almost see his profile —
that imagined shock of hair —
brow and nose, lips and stubbled chin.

And even though the light can’t find his shadow
on the floor or on the wall — I know
him by his scent — that unmistakeable blend
of sexual fantasy — heroic — sensitive — intelligent
and the subtle tones that natural humour lends.

We’re at that flirting stage — still measuring
the space between us — I feel the tidal tug
of need — desire — enjoying this unconventional thrall —
its rhythm rocks me through each day.

Night games are a different world
where we can play as wild as dreams can bear —
he’s every beast — the passive and the fierce —
the normal rules of love do not apply
as we explore all possiblilties and agree
there really are no limits.