CAMELOT FANTASIES

It was in the middle of the night
When magic took place
Actually early morning light
Shone sweetly upon my face
Music was serenading from the speakers
Sighs escaped from swollen lips
Can’t barely stand, knees feel weaker
Sustenance to quench the thirst
Both reaching to grasp the glass
The graze of our fingertips
Happened before, not the first
Nor the last
Looking forward not the past
Life’s taken us on different paths
Only to bring us back together again
Not quite slow
Yet not so fast
With practice makes perfect
Feels sleeker

~Divine