Today I saw myself in crisp white, and you in sharp black, hands held, at the altar.
It wasn't us of course, but I saw a plausible future there, for us, beneath the trellis.
Which means that, I must commit myself to making this fantasy a reality! Or I must pinch myself hard, and commit these high hopes to the fanciful rooms in my mind.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Poeticized by stellanoche at 12:49 AM
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