I pretend I’m in love with another man who turns beaches into sugarcane fields and plucks bouquet of flowers from the moon and no he does not speak but when he plants his breath in the mountains of my collarbones my knees creak I cling to him almost whispering I love you and no he does not tell me I love you too but when he wraps me in his skin he transforms the world into a mirage of you except I remember I’ve erased you and your sweet talks of baby I think I’m in love with you