i remember walking past a sign that said: imagine.
i wrote to you about it once.
imagine me wearing a me-smile
looking at you wearing a you-smile
talkinbout everything over the sun
and how dew is cold on the feet.
knees touch for the first time
under a blank canvas over coffee and eggs
and i am fascinated by your ability
to find the pieces of me that matter.
or, maybe it is that you make them matter;
like an alter ego sayin' all is well with the world.
you have a calming effect. i can be who i am, who i am, and you don't flinch.