Memory X Imagination

WHen my memory fucks my imagination,

YOU'RE ALL SCREWED!

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but seriously,

My imagination takes flight with fragments of my memory.

I create alternate endings, even alternate beginnings.

Sometimes, I'll admit my memory becomes a blur from picking at it so much...

Skewing things, undoubtedly picking favorable alternates over "REALITY".

Pish posh, who gives a fuck... I'm content in my head.

I reach out to you,

you put both my hands in yours,

lift me up and closer to you...

I can feel your heart flutter with mine...

You hum as we move in time

You're soo close

But I can't push you away, I don't want to.

I can hear the corners of my mouth as they touch my ears.

Are your eyes closed?
will you remember the way I smell?

those hands... those lovely hands...
strong and gentle scaling my spine

my cheek's on your shoulder,

I'm melting, can you tell?

oh, we dance, we swing, we dance...

Even if this means nothing to you tomorrow,

I'm grateful for the pleasure.

^^Thats not fiction ;-)