You look at me
a smile touches your lips
and I melt into
slide into
bask in your
beauty.
Yes.
Your lips are silken with softness.

Gliding closer
I can almost feel the heat
from your hands
as you capture
hold close
a piece of
my hair
my soul.
Yes.
Your hands are so artistic.

And as I fall into
your dark eyes
you lean closer
whispering into my ear
whispering my name
and countless other
meaningless other
words of
obscenity?
amour?
Yes.
I care no more.

And as the night falls
and candles glow in your eyes
the music sings for us
you ask me to dance
with you
in front of our imaginary audience
in tune with our
imaginary?
real?
Love.

Yes.

11-23-03