Dreaming Fiction

Our Song

  The languidness flows through my body and the air takes control of my limbs.
Everything slows and your image is all that stays clear in this blurred haze.
   I'm in ecstasy in the dark, dancing to songs played only to me and I alone can hear the wonder in each note because you wrote them for me.
I oft fantasize what phrases you and I could spin if you were here with me, but your words are not said. They are silent symbols etched into me.
   My body is covered in song, it flows through my veins, waiting to burst out if only you would say my name.
Those songs you write for me every time we meet, notes of soft love and sweet reminders of you in every line.
I hold each lyric close, until we come together again.