I have this
imaginary image
Cropped from
cryptic conversations
And laboured
explanations
That provide a
feast for me
Whenever we task
ourselves to talk.
This image draws
on your pictures,
For your photographs are glorious.
They disclose both
goddess and woman,
And they bid me implore
and plead,
That icon and image might come to life.
So like a soldier brawling in battle
I'll fight for my objective -
When your image is not imaginary,
And your pictures seem petty.
We’ll stand face to face and laugh,
And regret our reluctance no more.
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