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you are my fleeting
overwhelming
idealized phantasm
and i lovemiss you: i've hidden it, i know.

last night after the glossy sky passed over my eyes
and the stars were serenely not the backdrop but the stage
of our dreams
you, resurrected, looked at me the way i always wanted;
your eyes everything but gentle (but they were gentle)
reminded me
why i can not forget you, can not
leave you
there

you are my idealized phantasm.
i lovemiss you- the idealized
you.
not the real you.

someday we both will walk again
among the gods of the stars,
between the legs of pegasus
holding nebulae captive
but my eyes will open and imprison me
and i'll convince myself that i idealized you again