the next two minutes

I breathe
the passing moments
in another woman’s dress.
In the next two minutes,
I am beautiful
and beloved.
Her music is mine,
and the tears I cry
will be hers, too.
When she says
she loves you,
those are my words.
Let her say them for me.
I am voiceless
and unseen.
I hide, retreat into
her darkness;
and she is bright, brighter,
brightest. I shine,
sparkle; made free.
And in the next two minutes,
I am she.