As if

the muscles in your back were extended as you slept, stretched out

as if you were going to shoot a basketball, but soft,

as if you were the last tiger walking empty red earth,

as if trust was never an issue,

as if I had bent over and brushed your cheek,

taken a memory you had shared with me once

as if it were mine, as if I'd been there, right out in front, looking at the camera.