First, an explanation...the person in this poem should, in no way, be
considered to be me. This is fiction, ladies and gentlemen.. not
confession.


Is it me there in your dreams?
When a moan escapes your lips
When your breathing quickens in the night
Am I there, held within your inner sight?

Do I lift your heart?
As you move around our home
Singing and merry, your lips curved in a smile
Is it me that occupies your mind, the while?

Is it me you wait for?
When you stand in the window, aching in your eyes
Staring into the embers of the dying day
Is it my return for which you pray?

Is it me you kiss?
When our lips meet, when our passion entwines
When the perfect ecstasy we find
Is it someone else you think of, in your mind?

Is it me there in your dreams?
When the blush of passion is on your body
When it heats in your spectral lover's embrace
Is it me there in your dreams, that makes your heartbeat race?

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Glacian, in the year 387 AF.