My Imagination

My imagination runs wild as I envision myself with you,
Experiencing a mutual love, something I never knew,
Our "us against the world" love, Bonnie and Clyde.
A world where I'm your only woman, your one ride or die.
A place where you give me your all, no questions asked.
A place where actions answer any questions, no need to feel trapped.
Our relationship conjures up so much jealousy
Because we are Black love's epitome
The model of love, deeply in it but not over the top.
The passion and desire we share for each other can never be stopped.
I imagine our lovemaking to be sensually sweet
And each time is different; there is seldom a repeat.
I imagine your heart belongs to me, your eyes look to no other,
That I'm the only one you yearn for and you don't want another.
I imagine living together, married, in a happy, healthy home
A couple of happy, healthy kids, both looking like your clones.
I take care of you and you cater to my needs.
Our love is priceless, there's no "money back guarantees."
My imagination brings me joy that the real world hasn't yet.
My imagination gives me hope of our classically beautiful duet.
I want to make music with you, compose an uniquely modern symphony
I never want this sound to end, no dal segno al fine
With crescendos in allegro and decrescendos in adagio.
Our melodious relationship is a 2-person show
But my reality is a one-woman monologue, a solo act:
Forever concrete, imagination forever abstract.