Impressions

Reflecting on my ponds of life

My mirror image in the water

I tweak the portrait

changing its dimensions

paint new passionate colors

imagine an intriguing man

is roguishly sneaking up

behind me ready to pounce

I feel the tension in the air

magnetism that draws me to him

powerful electrical field

I turn around, his arms encircling

the blinding sun arouses me

I cannot see his visage

but I can feel the enervating power

emanating from his body

the touch of him spasms my being

I unseal my eyes breaking the binding

to expose myself to his beauty

but the magnitude of the weight

of my past has not mutated

my vital spark has not reignited

I ponder the impressions

in the hushed water

and face what I know

he is not there

and never was.