You must have captured my imagination, for as I lay in the bath you came in with just a beaming smile and stepped into the tub. I figured as you had captured my imagination I owed it to you to let you settle in before making you disappear.
All I watched were your eyes. I was aware of the rest, and moved, but your eyes spoke to me, something so private I cannot share it with you. Then they said, "Why are you sending me away?" Because, my dear, this isn't really you. I knew that for certain, because the real you would never have been in my bathroom. The last thing I saw was your hair and your spine, my chin resting on your soft shoulder. Very, very nice, but not real.
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Nice Imagination...
I like the way you lay the poem out. Who are your REALLY talking too? Very nice. -
Touched
I am touched again, thank you!
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Wow
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So ...
please write the poem, now ...
the real she.
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sorry to have intruded my friend
but thank you for the compliment just the same ha ha ha 
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Oh, Honey, you are GOOD! I wish I could give bunnies for that comment.
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