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.