In shades of Dali and Monet,
To the tune of Tchaikovsky and Bach,
Wrought by Myron and Rodin,
Movements of Baryshnikov and Rogers.
You crash into me harder than the tide,
And leave me dryer than the sea strand.
Confusion mixing with lingering longing,
Tempting anticipation, ending exasperation.
Fantasy filled dreams to fill the nights,
Hard, cold reality ruling the days,
Searching for sweet meanderings of love,
Seeking a few shared experiences.