When you smile in that sardonic way
I imagine the icechips skittering through your veins.
Your hands warm mine, in my fantasies.

I imagine kissing your cheek
as your breath flutters like dandelion seeds
and I whisper about belief and faith and
the ever-present miracle of hope.

I don't know you.
I don't have to.

That's not the reality that matters.


29/11/2011
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