All these things
are fantasy.
Arm in arm,
hand in hand,
a thousand moments
projected into
the future
and onto your skin,
quiet and intense.
Calling my name
from across the room.
Hearing your music,
your patient
artistry, fill
our space and
dovetail itself
onto my heart.
Dawn takes us, its
sleepy charges,
and aims our reluctant
eyes toward
reality.