I dreamt that you kissed me
I dreamt that I was round with your child
I imagined you were mine for a night
Learning what your hands felt like
And how warm your breath was when it whistled against my ear
I pencilled a note for you,
Still captured by sleep,
A letter of gratitude
For the time you never even spent thinking of me
I erased before it could ever be sent
Aware of the illusion before I'd woken from it
I don't even know you
You're just a puppet for my fantasies
Something with strings that I can pull in mirror action of me
You're a warm stone I can lay on
Something to quicken my heart beat and heat up my blood
I bathed in my own attention
A camera lens between two versions of myself
Something narcissistic
Self indulgent
You're the excuse I used to make it feel more digestible
You're a shield in the way of me and the truth
A one way mirror
I can see my finger pressing against itself in the glass
I know the child in my stomach was my raw ego
Whispering the answers to me
I lovingly ignored them, letting you touch the smooth skin instead
Leaving your mark on me and my heart
