Let’s play pretend for a while and everything will be perfect.
You and I will dance in the living room with candles lit and giggle with joy.
The phone will ring and rather than answer, you respond with a passionate kiss that weakens my knees.
We drop to the well-worn area rug and make love with a fire that nearly rips through to the wooden floors.
Such a filthy, active imagination.
Let’s walk hand in hand while we talk about our future far from the filth of New York City. You speak in works painted in southwestern colors; tones of oranges, yellows and reds. We plan life and the angel on my shoulder smiles.
I tell you of the homes I’ve found and how we can drive across the country with our dear hound by my side and you laugh. It’s the laugh that I have come to love over the nearly twenty years together. Another angel smiles.
You draw me close, put your arms around me and hold me tight.
It’s a dream.
None of this is real
Let’s play pretend.