Melodies Playing in my Head

Star gazing in the cold, silently loud night 

Melodies playing in my head 

Eyes searching for a shooting star 

We yearn to touch, taste, smell. 

My skin—tingles. 

Fluttering butterfly wings tap dance across my skin 

Possibilities 

Our lazy eyes are 

Difficult 

To keep open, 

And 

I could sleep here, on the grass near you, 

The sounds of silence whisper in my ear 

Melodies play on in my head 

The gentle breeze numbs the toes 

The fountains silently work their magic 

Possibilities 

Unknown, untested, 

Waiting, wishing, watching 

And we touch, taste, smell. 

Tingling skin 

The grass is cold, yet I am warm 

Eyes slowly close 

Fingers entwine 

Possibilities 

Endless 

Possibilities 

Fluttering butterfly wings tap dance across my skin 

Gentle fingers slowly search, 

Soft lips carefully find. 

Possibilities 

Melodies playing in my head: 

Butterfly kisses; gentle tap dances across my skin.