My Imaginary Love

My Imaginary Love

A couple of photographs
a few words
and my imagination fills in the rest
building upon a foundation of between the lines and body language
I create not perfection
but perfect for me

How to kill the illusion with illumination
How to smother the hot fantasy with the cold grip of reality

Letting go of the mirage from dry desperation parched with lack of passion
It is too easy to drink the dream of lust and not work at a life of love

So I turn my mind from the image
and set my eyes on awake
leaving my imaginary love
breaks my imaginary heart

December 16, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen

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