philophobia

waltz

last night, 

lying under the covers, 

hidden from the spotlight, 

i dreamed. 

tones of high and low, 

streaming, 

gleaming, 

i can feel the pain in every note, 

the passion. 

there's too much of that feeling, 

too many moments of yearning to keep still, 

above all - acceptance. 

i'm in your arms. 

it's strange, 

that i dream of you often, 

of your hands in mine, 

of our bodies intertwined? 

last night you wore a suit, 

and i a dress of white, 

you held me close in the bits of firelight. 

it didn't have to rhyme, 

i only had to see, 

that you accept it, 

you believe it, 

you 

love

me.