Contaminated

The fragrance you wear
is so...
intoxicating...
it
draws me in and
holds me hostage
giving a false sense of
hope and
a false notion of
what love really is...

Your kiss
blindfolds and
only allows
what you project to be seen

Your camouflage
is so immaculate that
the illusion of
perfection
is what is seen
when dealing with you

I ask myself
repeatedly
could you be real
because
even though I know that
God created someone for me
at times it feels that
you recreated yourself
to be her
in order for me
not to reject you

So I
reside in this place
dazed and confused
with my mind
truly contaminated
not knowing
where reality left me
and where
your fantasy
has me held

©2010 Don Savant

Written @ 10:00 pm 9-29-2010