Trick Room

The magic of memory
dreamed on a Monday morning.
The kind where you wake up
confused yet excited
by your esoteric thing.

A dream of something
so nuanced and tangible.
Losing touch with what’s real
only briefly to reexamine
what it means to feel.

But how I dare trick myself
with a dash of mischief and fact?
Who am I to change my world
with an adulterated whisper
in a moment of answers unfurled,
not knowing that I hadn’t really kissed her?

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