(i close my eyes
and dream)

Looking up at you,
so close that every part of me burns
just to reach out.
Light, friendly touch,
probing and shy,
smiling almost too softly
as I whisper "mine"
in accordance to every part of you
that I'm able to reach.

But that isn't appropriate now,
so I just stare up,
almost afraid to think
what colour my eyes are now.
Blazing green fires
or a muted ocean with shades of blue?
Yours have always been mahogany;
strong and beautiful.

I'm aching to play with you,
catch your mahogany eyes,
get half-stifled grins
as you play along
until you can no longer
ignore my advances.

But that isn't appropriate now,
and all I can hear is rushing white noise,
and all I can see is you.
Is your mind spinning as wildly as mine?
Are you as overwhelmed and breathless?
And even the white noise settles,
and I know it's time for me to speak.

"I do."

The tears that fall from your mahogany eyes
turn into diamonds as they catch the light.
My heart is pounding so fast,
it's ready to explode.

You respond with the same words,
and shake my world apart.
All the loneliness
and emptiness
and helplessness
I have let myself be put through
fall away,
letting my shields crash down.

Now you're taking my hand,
the one that doesn't shake,
and sliding garnet set in a silver band
onto my finger.

I want to gasp out
"yes"
at the passionate realization
that this moment,
now forever embedded in both our lives,
is actually the start of life itself.

I was never whole without you.
And now I'm crying too.
Gasping for air before our lips meet
and we can breath as one.

(i wake up,
and though disappointed that it's only a dream,
i smile and roll over
and go back to sleep)

Sorry for not warning you this was coming, Mikhail. Pick yr jaw up off the floor now. At least I didn't pull the whole "Would you offer your throat to th' wolf wi' th' red roses" thing. Then, after all, you'd be dead.