I think I conjured you up in a dream
For what else could be construed of so brief an encounter.
Like fireworks in the starless night sky
You shone brightest.
And disappeared without warning.
Like you tired of my neediness.
And constant scrutiny.
And pallid ordinariness.
When I awoke the only evidence of your having been
Were my hands
Charred where I wouldn’t let go of you.
It must have been a dream.
Luminous and Beautiful.
Much too cruel.