Almost Idyllic

Maybe insanity would be worth the trip if it meant I could be with you.

A world where I could turn and see your face, knowing  your love is true unlike yourself.

The bliss of denial would play as officiant here;

a wonderful wedding between myself and negative space.

The air would grasp my waist in a slow dance, yet I’d feel the warmth.

I’ll feel that warmth, the same warmth that will turn your very real ears a very real red.

Sure, when others go about flaunting what is matter and mass, I’ll show up empty-handed, yet tangibility is merely a pity present to those who bear weak minds.

There’s nothing else to block our way. A life spent together is a life fulfilled, the brush of a hand is a blow of a ghost in our book.

When they send me away with a hospital gown, we can take a break; yet I promise you it won’t be for long, my dear.

I can do nearly anything.