Constant Companions

In the private space
Granted to me by Time
My companion is Pretence -
Calling on my old friend, Memory
To provide images
That will recapture the thrill
The excitement -
Feed the desire.

In the haven of a warm room,
I share my solitude
With Vivid Imagination,
Liquid, Sultry Thoughts
Provoking Intense, Silent Conversations;
Exciting, Romantic Scripts
In which I instigate,
      instead of wait,
Persuade and arouse,
      instead of want and yearn.

The division between
Was
and Was Not,
Did
and Did Not
becomes blurred, unsure,
Until Memory once more returns.

I remember Reality
And in the remembering is born Want,
Satisfied only by more remembering,
Creating more Want.

The circle encloses
Unbreakable
Unforgettable,
Unrelenting.