By Heather   dreamheather@hotmail.com
Date: 27 June 1997

MY Phantom Man

Late at night, when all is quiet,
and the day has slipped away,
in the world between wake and sleep,
I hear him call my name.
Heather.....
He sings to me a siren song,
so soft and yet so sweet,
the smell of roses fills the air,
lulls me into dreams.
Come Heather.....
He makes my bed,
soft as velvet,
leads me there,
then tucks me in it.

I sink,
drift down,
light as air,
swaying to and fro.
As I float, on a sea of soft petals
and scent filled air,
he tiptoes in, on quiet feet,
lifts up the sheet, slips in.
I've come Heather......
My Phantom Man,
you've come again, to lay beside me.
Please take me in your arms,
and soothe this day away.
With kisses smooth as butter and hands as soft as silk,
set off on your journey,
speading balm, thick as honey,
leave not one place left, untouched, by heat.
Fan these flames of longing,
stroke the coals of sleeping embers.
Stir and feed this need,
Don't stop, till I quake and tremble.

Your fingers do their magic,
their tips injecting fuel,
every pore opens, drinks in more, till full.
Eyes locked, with a flash, love sparks, I ignite.
Dear Phantom Man, poised now above me,
your love blows through my veins.
Please complete, the joining that I seek,
grasp my hands, slide down in, combine these fires into one.
Phantom.....Heather......
Flames burn, they lap and turn,
singe,expand, and finally merge,
blast into white hot light,
our flesh and bone,
turn to dust,
float up,
and together,
we become,

PhantomHeather
ONE