Perfect Desire 

She fell hard for Felix
of course she would
he was perfect desire
He smelled like a chocolate coffee puppy
and spoke with the naive charm of a misdiagnosed artist
He was a dancer
and a little fancier than most boys she liked
but the way he moved
the devilment of thighs
each one at play with the pleated skirt
was delightful
-it was her skirt actually
he borrowed everything
in time
they would build a house
and fill it with children
they’d hoe a garden
and grow too many pumpkins
pickles and string-peas
on date night he’d fix her hair
pull it up and off her shoulders
so that he might kiss her neck come sunset
and again at breakfast 
Felix would simply appear when she was happy
or when she thought about hugging
She gave little attention to the aspect
that they’d never met
that neither knew the other
or the detail that he existed as a work of desire
He simply appeared when she was happy