i can picture it:
a still image of love in the midst,
encircled by city life and stories of warmth.
i can’t know what will evolve,
but i can think of how it feels
to be loved, and to love, a man like you.
so i imagine the emotion,
sketching it in my mind,
letting the words of our conversations flesh out the possibilities
and allowing me to make love to the idea of us.
then i freeze it in mid-formation,
freeing my mind from false consumption,
dizzy from inhaling so many thoughts
of things that may never develop into reality.
so i release the idea from my mind,
smearing the memory of love on a canvas
so that i never forget the moment
when we one day created a masterpiece.