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Cherished Illusion

I keep you in my pocket,
my secret guilty pleasure.
You're a sweet romantic fantasy,
hidden treasure
I share with no one.

At suppertime I feast on dreams,
salted with illusions.
I drink the wine of wishes,
and sample the sweet pastry
of your promises.

I long to bite into your flesh,
taste what makes you real,
breathe your wishful thinking
until your oxygen rusts my skin,
and leaves me fragile in your arms.

Today our game is "let's pretend"
We'll fit our roles so well
that neither you nor I
will ever guess
it's just a fairy tale.

So tell me your story one more time.
Let me cherish every word.
Then kiss my forehead,
wish me sweet dreams,
and be my happily ever after.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.


Jae Rose said...

A wish kept in your pocket is a sweet thing..sweeter than pastries..desirable as salty flesh..what a feast..keep it safe..jae

July 22, 2012 at 10:57 AM
Josie Two Shoes said...

Sweet romantic fantasies, I suspect everyone has one or two hidden in a pocket or the heart. I loved this tale. It makes me wonder about the many things we each keep hidden, known only to ourselves, and seen only thru the colored lenses of our choosing. Great poem!

July 22, 2012 at 11:35 AM
Old Egg said...

I am sure many of us have wishes in their pockets. The fantasy world we invent probably keeps us sane pushing the hurt in life away. As writers we should all do this. This poem was a delight.

July 22, 2012 at 3:31 PM
joanne said...

your words have such a melodic cadence, and lovely words....

July 22, 2012 at 7:08 PM
Alice Audrey said...

And who is to say this illusion is wrong, even if someday it will end?

July 23, 2012 at 11:44 AM
Tania A said...

Such a lovely little write, and so very romantic. As a hopeless romantic, as my beloved reminds me, I can't help but delight in this piece.

July 25, 2012 at 8:28 AM

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