We’re contemporary lovers
from two different universes.
Entry into either must be
through imagination or dreams.
Once arrived, perception is real
and what was prior, impossible
to attain is now possible:
Our futile love becomes yielding;
Worldly differences disappear;
yet our conceptuality
always plays out differently
in these dreamy parallel worlds;
but one thing remains a constant
throughout these fantasies: Our love.
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