Fantasy

so that night under that full moon when my hair hung over my dark skin in profile it was the answer to a fantasy out there in the desert night a wild western man and the anticipation...can he fulfill that fantasy? maybe he is the one from this special place of fantasy and then that night was very nice but you couldn't be sure but you figured it's still possible even under the hot desert sun in the glaring unkind light the next morning but you had to go back to your life in the far off land of reality and your fantasy dwindled into a little box of messages from the past don't you remember how your little box gained weight and became oppressive? and how you wished it would go away? but always the fantasy held you? remember? then he came to you and you said "this is no fantasy" just a regular human with qualities but no fantasy then he left and you were sure there was no more time for fantasies Sent from my iPad