Fantasy

by Denise Astell

I see his face in my mind,
like the vision of a fading dream.

I hear his voice linger on,
like the chords of a tune.

I feel the touch of his hands,
like the tingles of a chill.

I remember the build of his body,
like a greek god come to earth.

I wish for his kiss upon my lips,
like a cat who wants to purr.

I yearn for his arms around me,
like a fairy tale fantasy...