fiction

my psycology professor broke it to me
in the most matter of fact,
sorry i have to be the one to kill the whole santa thing
kind of way.
He said,
"love is fiction.
It lasts maybe four years,
just long enough
to get you to have sex
and keep a man around till your kids can sort of defend themselves."
well, i don't know.
i hope we stick around each other longer than that
kids or no
but either way
you're real enough to me
and nothing makes the world like you do.
i lay my head on your shoulder
and everything fades.
i smell you
hear your breath
hear your heart beat
hear you say something softly
and your arms around me...
well if that's fiction
i need to learn to write.