Inamorata of my dreams

                             “The girl of my dreams decided to retire”        

You remind me of a girl that I once knew.  The paramour of my dreams whose legs never grew tired, the woman who never needed to grow up.  She didn’t want to show out trapped in my dream house.  Trapped being the right word’s, she’s able to go to and from, moving about like a queen in any direction; except backward.  Expect that without my permission or persuasion, she’s respected but not as a possession.  More on the terms of a token of appreciation while in the lines of my reason.  Anytime I got weary of living relations I close my mind out and imagine; relive our relations.  Reliving disillusions is mans definition of crazy.  I’ve been called worse though, seeing border line insanity up close and personal.  My mirrored response is always in correlation with my brains thoughts that “The amour of my dreams made me”. 

 Pieces going into the E.o.L. book I am currentely working on!