My Phantom Matron

I wait for the phantom matron,my one true amore 

 

The love I had for her was that of an old forgotten lore 

 

Illusions of my past wander in my lucidity

 

The dim moon light enlightened our bridge of Lustful Amity,

 

Through grassy plains she looms out of the mists

 

The matrons olive skin and chestnut lock solidifies our trysts,

 

Her frame, shares the marble depictions of ancient greek goddesses

 

Her eyes pierce me, like a hunting tigress

 

Inching at her prey as to not startle it

 

I focus, so this moment in time freezes and stays with me for life

 

She reaches my luflic embrace, holding her finally, I wish never to quit 

 

She angelically gazes upon me and ushers her words into my ear “ take me,love me, be mine and give me no strife ”

 

My voice gave no sound just, nerve and love clashing in my thoughts 

 

But why do i hesitate? 

 

just then she disappears as quickly as I fabricated those words and connected the dots

 

and this is my reliving nightmare and torture for hesitating to my first love 

 

but i was prepared to leave this torture one final shove 

 

atop of our bridge I plunge, into its dark waters of hell as sir Dante wrote

 

Despedida my lovely Sabrina let my love for you be note.