SHE WEARS IT LIKE A MASK

she wears it like a mask
each time she comes to me
a shroud to cloud my eyes
a veil i cannot see

but her mask is just a ruse
an aspect of her game
it hides the girl behind
the fiction of her name

that name is but a symbol
of the role she plays for me
a promise unfulfilled
a hope of what could be

removing all between us
clothed only in her name
her touch is my illusion
setting heart and loin aflame

a mirage within a dream
a ghost of fragile youth
she is fantasy and fire
and beauty born of truth

her name is but a name
a symbol just a mask 
concealing what i see
revealing what i ask

~Ben~