old times

Oh shit, how could this be? You’re like you, I’m like me Yet we’re like we I’m trembling Imagining the unknown Dreams becoming visions When you express yourself Vivid and pure and beautiful And we Fingertips dancing, I pour out my heart Reaching for your soul Not allowed to touch, but my words invite Longing for whispers under moonlight Interpretive dances filling our night Emotion And passion Expression And vision I want to feel your every thought Write to me Sing to me Make me vulnerable Until it lasts no more For some of you would be better Than none at all