Rays march in through the window -
soldiers dancing in rehearsed patterns -
dust particles chime and giggle above,
the heat spreads through the room.
I close my eyes to an orange hue and disappear
into a frothing bubble of indulgence.
I force life into my razor-on-vein fantasy:
tall, dark, handsome, and intelligent - bonus!
The vein oozes fire, consuming the pieces
of memory stitched together to define his contours.
Your silhouette looms at the door,
familiarity dimmed by the greying light.
I squint hard at your darkness, reaching beyond
and run into his arms - my bonus.
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