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Outer Space

Errr a fantasy within a fantasy perhaps

I am not his
No no no
But I can pretend like this

Today we went for our first coffee
And as he sat next to me talking
I wondered if he saw a zombie
But then he leaned in and kissed me softly

He is not mine
No no no
But I still call him my valentine

His kiss takes me to cosmic landscapes
One ounce of his love opens the floodgates
One word of his rhyme and I can’t keep a straight face
One glance of his eyes takes me to outer space

© Delia Ross. 2019

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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