Once upon a mythology
I loved your clone --
a memory of you
in a form
alien to your being --
but regardless
in one night
one beautiful night
of forgery
and ecstasy
i was yours --
for one night
one beautiful night
all night
you were entranced
held captive
by my beauty
by my desire
by my body --
sinfully enjoyable
without the
fleeting thought
of consequence --
you lay there
beside me
inside of me
remnants were planted
within the garden
of my womb
conception
through deception
was surely
not your intention --
but for one night
one beautiful night
you were
my lover
and I was
the mother
of your undeniable
child --
but you were not
my lover
you were a clone --
a figment of my
imagination
conceived through your
deception --
I just wanted
craved
desired
yearned for
what was mine --
and you were a thief
a magician
and for one night
one beautiful night
I was in love
with the thought
of a memory
your memory
my memory
the memories of
forgery --
for your form
was unoriginal
a duplicate
and yet
here I am
writing to you
begging you to
understand
that yes --
i love you
that yes --
i honor you
that yes --
i crave you
and just
one more night
one beautiful night
of raging
ecstasy
but you are not
mine --
you are just a copy
a duplicate
a memory of
what can never be --
