naked balerina

As lily petals descend onto Swan Lake
My thoughts and impressions
I envision you pinned in salmon
Dancing in my thoughts
In night, your beauty is captured in waves
Each time you drift to shore I'm scared it will be the last
We audition our hearts in rhapsody
The moon reflects our naked truth
In each wake and on each petal
The morning awakens the dancer, and I see you
Your breeze embraces me and I feel you
My heart pause's me to listen, and I hear you
Harmony befalls me; the impression is of love
We dance, weathering storms to St. Petersburg
I, your danseur and you my naked ballerina
We balloon for those who seek an impression
The fourth of which is the one that lasts
As in truth, love is naked, only bound by our impressions