Idyllic Lies

A 24-hour imaginary world,
a bubble of
love and sex and freedom
to just be,
to just smile, laugh, feel.

You held my hand in the dark
and picked an apple from a tree
and played your favorite songs
while you kissed every inch of my skin.

And you held me,
touched me
like all of it was real,
like today we would wake up
and eat breakfast
and kiss and watch TV,

and it would all be
so normal,
so permanent,
so real
instead of the bubble.

I could touch your face
and know you were mine.


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