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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