This is real, isn’t it?
I feel your hands on mine,
Your lips on mine,
And your hips on mine—
Still I cannot help but wonder,
If any of this is real at all.
You say that you love me
While you hold me,
But I wonder if you love me still
When we exit each other’s arms.
I don’t question at all
If you love me in the night,
That is undeniable--
Like the sway in your hips--
But do you still love me in the day?
When the sun sits high on the throne,
And the moon is nowhere near our souls,
Is it still me that you love?
Or is there something about the night
And the stars
And the shadows that mask my bed
That makes it the only possible way
For you to love me?
I guess my question is this:
Is this real…
Or only a trick of the night?