thisishowitwas

Distorted glass deformed
the figure gliding towards me.
somehow streetlights evanesced
the presence to an
atmospheric quality,
to be inhaled
       and it tasted sweet upon
       my tongue, dewy as it was
       and saliva engulfing the
       cotton candy essence
but it was you.
yet the door interposing
itself between (you & i) was
transparent, in only a most
gentle sense, reality did tell
the truth.
          (all this it was