Poetry

The candle flickers,
Shadows dance upon the wall,
from outside I hear you call.
The door opens, and here you are,
you have come to me from so far.

I take your hand, and lead you to my bed,
together we lie,
bodies touching from toes, to head.

I open my eyes, but you are gone,
shadows still dance upon the wall,
it was only a dream after all.

Tango.