Can we pretend that
you're perfect?
For just a minute?
The way that I
always pretend
to be too.
Can we be
innocent
for just a second?
I just want to
make it through the
gates of Heaven
with you.
Where did the violets
in our eyes go?
Have they,
not disappeared altogether,
but dissolved
the way that the
county fair's cotton candy
used to when,
with sticky fingers,
we would place the
pink clouds of
sugar on our tongues,
let it melt?
We never eat that
anymore.
Is that what growing
up is?
Dissolving?
I believe that everything
you tell me is true.
Everything we will
ever need to know
exists
in the veil of energy
radiating from
your body and mine-
from laying on the residential
sidewalk
taking turns outlining
our forms in chalk,
and making marks
around our hands,
cutting out
hand turkeys,
hanging them
carefully
on the refrigerator,
to the space between us,
which you never let
grow too far.
I believe every word
you speak
is the truth.
So keep lying to me.
