Siren

-The shape of you as you dance,
the thoughts splash like watercolors
in my mind, a cascade, vibrant and
emanating somewhere inside.
And what did we hope to find
over the steaming cups before us,
both, two, you and I.
A misperceived reality, possibly
the impetus to envy, the movement
that led us close, the grazing of my hand
upon your back.
There was something there,
I thought, but I could always be
wrong, it’s happened in days past.
It has happened often enough
and I don’t admit, don’t want to
admit, that I too am human and
sometimes, let my mind run
off with me, in directions where reality
doesn’t always follow.
Where the idealistic notion is
the only law and where I could live
in near fantasy until the present form,
the physical manifestation of ourselves
and time, shatters and cuts through you
and my dream world.
And why a dream?
Always a dream.
When was it born?
It’s lived inside me
for so long, now.
If I were anyone except myself, maybe
I wouldn’t follow that siren song that plays
in my mind, a tease to reality, it is not
a part of this moment, the one in which
I feel the warmth and cold and shiver
with the covers on.