Love Imagining Love - Poem by Austin Wheeler
From a high tech funnel, her soothing Latin voice,
I can hear.
Her tone says that my eyes and hands will be blessed not by noise
If I appear.
And I will.
But I fear
She isn't real.
Because even after we spend all day and night,
Entwined, flipping, twisting, and acting out roles,
And exchanging silk glances of love with eyes brown and bright,
I know we will part, she's not mine but we share souls.
And none of you have seen her? To miss such a sight!
'She's perfect. But no one's perfect! ' I shudder in fresh daylight.
If I invented her, then what about our love? Mind's gestation:
I do love. I have fallen in love with my own imagination.
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