You swim
in my musings,
make waves
and they look like
songs.
Long
and repeating.
Soft
and appealing.
And it's this melody
that enthralls me.
This feeling
that draws me
closer to madness.
That I might have this
chance
to dance so closely
to your enchants.
I practice
in my room,
stepping clumsily
and with an awkward gait.
My rhythm heavy
as my mind creates
your visage:
tender yet frightening,
gentle but bold.
I know not
how this will unfold
come time to take the floor
and lead,
only that I'd be happy
with your hand to hold...