Glorious

Cool night air seeps through the window over my pillow as I consider your face from afar.  Inconsequential beginnings have been elevated to the status of royalty with remarkable frequency.  My fantasies weave you into the fabric of a tapestry that may never be completed in this lifetime; or so I speculate.  You know my touch, the same that you apply to yourself in those moments of lonely apathy.  Why don't you call me?  Invite me in...

We were all together for one brief, glorious moment.  Floating in a sea of warm embrace; that was our destiny, our reward for choosing and being chosen by one another.  Intentionally random kisses, hugs, and other adornments of affection were layered deep upon ourselves to discourage any sad harbingers from approaching within minds reach of our existence.

Twirl round, in gesture, dance within the circle even though it is not your nature to do so.  I shall stroke the tambourine in measured pace and tremble in gentle anticipation as each chorus brings you near.