impossibilities

you.

some kind of figment,

( balanced in purple hands )

in a dream world where

things are hazy and warm

this.

somehow we've ended up here,

in the space of a breath

( how could our faces be this close together )

it's wrong and unreal and a

little bit

lovely

we.

exist in a wide open space

with room to breathe, so far

away

in the right ways

and

you believe in me, i think

that.

a dream is a dream is a dream,

and it doesn't mean a thing

( ? )

our bodies

untouched

dream.

is it so wrong to think

impossibilities