Oddity, Little Me

In the depts of night, I sense
Something lurking, just out
Of sight. Standing there, I see
Thee, muted, shadowed, free.
In these hazy dreams, I scout
Thy face for some pretense,
A semblance of sorts, to curry
Mine own. And as thy lips
Begin to purse, I tarry not
For fear of harm, or rejection.
And in these words, I do wonder
If fantasies will fail and reality prevail.

Just dreams, really, nothing more
Nothing less. As I sit there drowning
In thy sweetest kiss. Leave me to
Wonder, and to fret, yet I see no end
To thy own true will, mixed with light
And that of dark. In these words, I
Hope thy doth understand.

... Savvy?

(c) 2003 A Riddle