Religion

Written by Jacob Ibrag

I can’t help but that think

that in some alternate universe,

we’re making love under the fourth

of July fireworks for the fifth time

in the six years that we’ve known

one another. Not a force to reckon

with our collaboration. No obstacles

to rip us  apart from each others

embrace. You’re my religion, and

I’m praying that I get to stay a little

longer in this made up place.

Photographer Unknown