what lovers do

Sometimes I wish that we could do what lovers do
I just close my eyes
And get lost in wishful thinking
I see it all
A perfectly painted picture
Of unforced beauty
Then the paint starts to drip
And I begin to wonder
If I still know how to go there
Do I know how to let me belong to someone else?
Become free and completely theirs
Or will I always be waiting for the other shoe to drop
I squeeze my eyes tightly
Trying to hold on to the image for as long as I possibly can
And try to imagine what it would feel like
If we did what lovers do