Pretend by Elizabeth Gomez
Let’s pretend that we are alone,
That only the two of us are here.
The shroud of people muttering nonsense
And sucking the air from our throats,
Slowly absorbed by the City’s placid buildings.
Let’s pretend that we have fallen in love,
Are running away, fleeing to freedom
Where no one can take us from each other
Where we can shout obscenities into the open air
And only hear the echoes fall and clink, clank against the ground
Let’s pretend that we are two astronauts
Bobbing through the universe plucking the stars
And picnicking on the moon.
We’ll bounce around and waft brightly,
Like pyrosomes blazing under the deep blue sea.
Let’s pretend that we are dying,
Hand in wrinkled hand,
Your breath on my cheek, slow and fading,
Our eyes locked, knowing and wondering,
Our souls intertwined, exploring, becoming.
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