Poetry: Crest-Fallen

If loving you is an illusion,

Allow me to imagine.

Engaged in your embrace;

Caressed by the weather and season.

Elements are what I taste.

You’ve embellished me but you’ve committed treason.

Adorned with your infatuation,

You were the most beautiful creation.

The romances we choose to weave;

The partners we choose to deceive.

So it seems;

Sleeved hearts are in fashion.

One/night stands are between sessions.

Allow me to persist; to co-exist,

With the ethereal reality I’ve imagined.

Mirages weave the illusionist.

I’m crest-fallen, to discover you.