My mind is a beautiful thing

you see

I can conjure you up

out of fickle matter


All it takes

is a swipe of my hand

and I have sculpted

you perfectly


Although I could

never taste you

feel the ridges in your skin

trace the lines that mar your body


I could never talk to you

listen to the moon

while you weep

over your transgressions




I would be able to imagine it

you told me to paint

a picture for you

erase those miles between us


You’d tell me

that we would be so beautiful

so fine, darling

pretty like those stars


Yet I couldn’t even touch those






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