One Hundred Seventy-Five

You approach me, your eyes fiercely blue and focused, as a friend. But you leave me as a lover. Is this something you dreamed or something you experienced? Or both? And, for me, what can I say but I am simply an active observer of what might be, or could have been. Imagination is stronger than steel, yet more malleable than clay.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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