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MirageIn the Sun of our daydreams, our love is just a mirage. It flutters in and out: there but not there. I look beyond the horizon with eyes filled with the shimmer of your face, your body. You are beyond the veil where love enthrones you declares you to be. I reach for you time and again; but you are not real, only an illusion of what might have been. Yet, in the Sun of our daydreams, love has been evaporated; condensed into the mystical. I wait for your shadow to be led into the light. My horizon filled with the image of your arms, your smile: there but not there, all of my dreams of two. Your heartbeat pulsing in and out of your bronzed chest, a mirage of the unexpected. Nothing is real until you and I slip into the light of the Sun, sharing in the rise and fall of Love's mirage. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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