how wonderfull it i to hold him
oretending we're lovers
tangled in a prolonged embrace
enjoying the dekicate sensations
of soft kisses and long mornings
the ciurse of our lives
lived within one waking instance
ending with the desecration of holy spaces
and the opening of eyes
he is a monday morning daydream
a fantasy doomed at conception
and i??? a hopeless romantic
misaligned by common sense
and complication
die a thousand deaths
everytime he looks away