and I will sigh with every tap

William Faulkner said, "...Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out the window." I decided to throw it here instead of out the window.

I want a man who will take me to the symphony.
I will wear my heels, and he his suit,
And we will perch on velvet seats
While the lights dim and the orchestra tunes.

Then, the conductor will arrive
And he will wave his wand 
And the strings will snatch the magic out of the air
And twist it into ribbons of things I have felt before but
Have never known how to express.

But Beethoven knew. As did Vivaldi, and Bach, and Mozart,

And they will tell us,
In warm waves of sound.
And in the middle of a mournful violin solo,
I will toe off my stilettos 
And lean my head against his shoulder.
My eyes will close, and I will be washed away 
To somewhere else,
My only tether his hand, gripping mine,
The pads of his fingers beating out the tempo on the
Inside of my wrist,
Like a heartbeat.

Author's Note

I don't really have anyone else edit my poems, so they're all kind of word vomit. Go ahead and rip it apart.

Reviews

[R. L. Ives]

I must disagree with you. Your words are far from vomit.

And he will wave his wand
And the strings will snatch the music out of the air
And twist it into ribbons of things I have felt before but
Have never known how to express.

That is quite a beautiful dream.

[EChaps]

Thank you!

[J.R. Asor_28]

Yeahhh, can't fully understand it but I understand some of it. Just correct your grammars and syntax. I think its going to sound good if you edited them. Suggestion, edit them yourself so you would know how to correct them. Search the internet, it might help a little. But it sounds good though. Thanks for sharing.

[EChaps]

Thanks for the suggestions!