you silence the thundering drums
the constant noise
sensations of what could be
the voices stop talking
when my eyes wander over your body
epiphanies don’t come often
but when they do

my fingers tingle
i can’t help it
longing for the touch of something
something real
someone real
are you really real
or should i pinch my arm

when this is all over
and the curtains fall
i hope i’ll stand next to you
receive applause
bow for the audience
bid adieu
and leave, with you by my side