kiss?

Darkened scenes from a forgotten play

Nightime traces her fingers through your hair;
A whispered word makes the pain bearable
As a lifetime of shame seems to disappear.

Tilt you head back
In rememberance of a forgotten dance,
And wish that time would stop.

Hold you breath at the first contact,
A feeling of something unknown.
Fear, apprehension, or nervousness?

Passions rise as you will yourself.
Give into the night and live your life.

The first touch feels so real.
Stay in the moment.
Don't leave to soon.

But dawn's sun wakes you up.
Another dream forgotten in the morning.

Or maybe just another play...