I love what I have made up.
The exhilaration, after a certain vision.
What was it this time?
On top of a hill, long hair blowing in the wind, surveying the world below.
Running across the beach, tripping over each other, until we’re drowning in laughter and salt water.
A silent morning, where is it? Light peeking through the window. Someone is awakened by a baby softly crying.
Am I making love? Who knows where. it is moonlit and blue. faces bussing, noses bumping, teeth clicking. We are against each other.
Are we slow dancing? Am I dancing ‘round the room, egging you to join me?
I put on my favorite song, I look in my mirror, and I pretend I am with someone.