Once Upon…

DreamOfLove1

A story exists. You know, the one where you fall in
love (once
upon that time),
the one where she comes
through
the door
and occupies your bed.
Not a prince to test you with some silly shoe
but a femme in fancy dress
whose lust is all
for you.

So the story is a lie, the one you love
intangible. You still hold
yourself at night, hug your knees to your chest,
and sing that
story
of the unreal.
Some lies must be felt apart from dreams.
It is how you know (happily
and ever
after) you still live.

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