Spirits in Love

The attraction is so intense,

that I’m not sure what to do.

I close my eyes to sleep,

and images of her ensue.

I thought them mere impressions,

but I sense her presence near.

As spirits we intermingle,

the affinity is quite clear.

Immersed in our own dreamworld,

wiling away the night, 

Engulfed with much affection,

we hold each other tight.

Our interludes are now quite common, 

though our bodies are apart,

Her warmth is ever-present,

our communions just a start.

Where will this finally lead?

We are not long to wonder.

Postulates are manifesting,

our futures will not sunder.

                       

                                       --Donald