I dream of you in a white tuxedo. It is a wedding. It is not our wedding.
But the face that you affix to yourself when you look into me is the face
of the man viewing the woman. Hello this is love. Your square jaw. Your
soft, capable, all knowing mouth. Hello even your bluest and greenest
eyes. Everyone is wearing white. I look down at myself and I am lace over
pearlescent white water wings and I am shaking with adrenaline. We walk
holding hands and you’re a helium balloon I tug to earth with my
unexpected weight. Your hands slip over me. You in a white fitted shirt
with your head thrown back. We lie in bed together wrapped tightly in disbelief. Some of our best moments were sleeping. Some of our best
moments were only in our eyes. You tilt your head to turn to me and the
whole world follows behind you.