Phantasmagoria

You kiss me

Your lips upon mine own

Your lips planted firmly on my neck

These feelings tell me you are real

But you’re gone while yet your presence lingers

 

You scratch me

Your nails cut into my skin

Your nails digging into my back, my chest

These lines tell me you were just here

But you’re gone while these scratches remain

 

You bite me

Your teeth pressed into my flesh

Your bite sunk into my breast, my thigh, my stomach

The marks you left tell me that I met you

But it’s been days since my skin felt your touch

And you’re gone while my body reminds me of our last meeting

Will my memory of you fade as quickly as these marks?

Were you ever real or just a dream?