Your head rested on my 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.