Promise

You were my tether to an undefined world,

dripping with promise and honey-coated sighs,

a fashionable world where the women wear pea coats, 

and no one goes out in sweats,

where suited gentlemen escort lovely ladies,

with faces shaped like a moon

of Jupiter, of Saturn,

marble in the distance,

with primrose lips

and poppy cheeks,

two petals pinched together

for an all encompassing kiss.

We'll always have time to dress

and money to dress with. 

Our makeup will be soft,

like dandelion furs on the wind

blowing into your breath,

and traveling down your lungs.

Inhale

the submerged dreams of magazines.