Not Even the Dictionary

May 11, 2009
I pretend the wind against my lips
Is your kiss.

I pretend the warmth of the sun
Is your embrace.

I pretend the rain is the rhythm
Of your beating heart
And I pretend it beats for me.

I pretend the mirrors are your eyes

I pretend this sweater is your arms

I pretend the grassy ground
Is your body
And upon laying,
I pretend the making of our music.

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