Filling each
void to keep busy,
Passing the
days to draw you nearer.
What I want is you here with me now,
To feel the
dream becoming real,
Out of my
head and into the night,
With music’s
swell enveloping us.
The dance of
serendipity moving within.
It is not
good enough
For the time
to fly
When it can
burst through the speed of light
Into flames hard to contain,
Smoldering upon reaching your lips.
When time together slips through our hands,
Better to dream about you within every distraction,
See your smile in everything,
The ripeness of your eyes,
Your adorable glance of disbelief,
Tightening our coil until its release.
Nothing could be the same
After you whisper my name,
After we kiss and draw each other near;
That is what I fear.
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