I've recently discovered the glory of the sestina, and decided to give it a try. Here's the result.

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Do you know what it is that I want?
I desire a sweet soaring music
That I once heard in a dream
Spinning, swirling gossamer melodies in the night
Born of the deepest secrets of my mind
And shy to the touch.

Know this: what I crave is your touch
And your love -- this is what I want,
What I need. In my mind
I can almost hear the music
We two could make in a magical night,
Wrapped up together in a dream.

Yet is my wish no more than a dream?
Will I never feel the touch
Of your lips on mine? Late in the night
I wonder if you find me wanting,
Not good enough to share in the music
That dwells in your heart and mind.

I fall asleep with thoughts of you, but the mind
Is a treacherous thing in the realm of dreams,
Where form is fluid and substance shifting. The music
Writhes and twists at the softest touch,
Never shaping to quite the sound I want,
For I am but a guest in the night.

Once I worshipped the Sun and Moon, Day and Night,
But now I live between fantasy and reason; my mind
Is no longer given to prayer. But I almost want
To pray now, to believe in a dream
And not only that which I can see and touch.
I do not touch you, but I believe in you and your music.

Every artist has a muse; let me inspire your music,
Be your Euterpe, that we may sing all the night
Through, never breaking our song or our touch.
Even as we kiss it will play on in our minds,
Ever-growing like my returning dreams
In which I wish and ache and want.

I live as if dreaming, wake me with your touch.
Teach me the music to open your heart and mind.
Tell me tonight that I am not the only one who wants.