immaculate deception

graphite trails across pristine canvas
birth an inkling touch the stars
hang in the inky sky
delight in Xanadu’s mysteries
seen not touched
dreamt not realised
preserve promises
of a higher better brighter star-lit future

                                                   but not mine to have
hold on to a plastic dream set against a bright blue sky
perfect form shrink-wrapped for hygiene
for safe-keeping for preservation for posterity
see don’t touch
air-brushed perfection
blemishes eliminated
along with the glare