My dream man..


I think about you

and wonder

what you will be like

what you would say

to things I am thinking

creating dialogs

in my head

generally my comebacks

are cheeky and well-thought out

mostly cause I had hours

to come up with them.

even then

you often win the argument

how cracked is that?

I smile when I am walking

imagining you are walking with me

hearing the things I hear

and giggling at the same sights

the truth is

I have you here

in my mind

and in my heart

Strange

how comforting

an imagination can be

when it comforts

and eases

the sharpness of a day

and the loneliness of a night.

I wonder sometimes

what you are like

because dreams

though pleasant

are 1 dimensional

and I want all dimensions

even the ones that are grumpy

and picky

and just plain inconvenient

at times.

Given the choice

I would choose the you

that is

to the you

that I dream of.

call me quirky

but I think

I love you best

when you are the you

that is you

and not the you

that lives

in my head..

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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