i always heard,
"write what you know.
forget the rest."
but i'm tired of
poems where you
and i never fit
on the same line.

just once,
i'd like to breach
your universe—
an alternate reality
where you opened
your heart,
not just your body.
i dream of a galaxy
where your affection
floods my psyche.

then i might pen
a verse or two
in quiet
reminiscence,
commemorating
an experience
where love
was finally requited.