I imagined you to be taller

Your skin darkened

Sallowed

Ash-like

And yet you are unexpected here

Picturesque

Such elegance and etiquette in your movement

A dancer almost I'd call you

Beautiful beyond compare

I'd not be frightened by you, if I knew not your purpose here

I'd like to pretend, for a moment, and allow myself to be taken in by such magnificence

Your eyes should have been coal black

Your touch should have been ice cold

Your words should have been vulgar and fierce…

But your eyes here are gold and clear,

Glistening like diamonds

And your touch to me is comfort

Whispering words so gently,

You appear a lullaby

My hand would be yours to deliver,

To hold and lead astray

My mind would remain hypnotized by your soft, inviting stare

And my body become a temple to this performance

But you forget, I know your name,

I've been awaiting your presence here,

A phantom to my existence

My rapture

My reaper

My fear