you cannot fall in love with strangers you fall in love with the idea create a filter a sort of cellophane wrapper dangled in front of the eyes and everything sweeps virus-like into colour
you’re lapping it up a thirsty hound making an accent that fits as if whisking ingredients until the texture’s correct the two of you together in scenarios that’ll never happen a matinee showing on the cinema screen in your head
you’ll picture it and it will feel real but you’ve fashioned a fiction bleeding with improbable chapters the idea a supernova real life a distant planet
Written: March 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. One hundred words long (not planned that way.) All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.