I have built a daydream viewed one hundred times, I can picture it now…
A stranger lifts his camera and takes a photograph of me.
I ignore him until he takes a second picture.
I wonder what this strange buff wants, when he coos
“I don’t mean to play tricks, it’s just that you are more pretty than any model and more amazing than an angel.”
The echoes of his voice cause my heart rate to jump, I leap into paradise.

Seven years later, we’d built a masterpiece and a life of ourselves.
We have a house to call home, he is my sidekick, my best friend.
We touch, our bodies stitch together as one, he is my lover... my favorite best friend.
Seven years later our children run around the house, playing with our pets.

I have built a daydream viewed one hundred times, I can picture it now…
Our love is simple,
our love is not shackled,
our love is contemporary,
our love does not require fighting over,
our love is random, like ambient music with the quality of original vinyl albums.
Our love is not built by the money in our wallets—our love is just fantastic.

I have built a daydream viewed one hundred times, I can picture it now…
and in reality, the future is right around the block.
Soon, I will know this photographer.