Delusional Lover Poem by grace mariner

I could not fall asleep without you last night.
Waking at 2 am I could have sworn you were laying behind me,
body perfectly melded against the curve in my back,
the lusciousness of my woman's body.
You touch me at night as lovers do, making certain
it is real and not some cruel trick of the mind.
But it is.
You are no longer with me.
My lover still, now and always,
but gone.
On a journey that I could not take with you.
How cruel, how deceptive is the lovers brain!
Always reminding of our loss, it is the ultimate trickster.
The brain attacks the heart, striking with extreme prejudice,
No hostages, no missing in action.
Life and time out of control, deceiving the most
innocent of souls.
I claim victory and depart the field but it's war rages on.
And as the 3 hags prophecied that MacBeth shall sleep
no more, so it may be with me.
I cannot escape the longing for your swagger,
your intense maleness to my femaleness,
your touch.
That key of yours broke off in my lock and will allow
no one else in.
Did I cast the spell, or did you?
Either way, it cannot be undone.