Right shoulder when we
Sat on the park bench.
A photographer captured
It from behind and gave
Us the pic saying
"It's beautiful."
We kissed later that day.
Our first one.
The tendency of that pic
Of turning into innumerable
Good things-
Travel, food, party, kids.
Sunsets, mountains, beach.
Long walks after fat feasts.
This pic that has no
Beginning or an end but
Only possibilities.
It's a house on lease where
We no longer live. But I go on
Paying the rent still.
Like a zoned-out writer
Disappearing in his story.
Drowned and dusted-
Refusing to come back.
Reality fused in fancy,
Your face becoming
A philosophy, an ideology.
Romanticism edging towards
A singularity. And the religion
You've manifested in me-
I'm happy to have become
A fanatic.
My bigotry stands stout
At your service now.
I want a spiritual awakening.