cross my heart hope to die

There's sunbeams dancing through the keyhole, giving me just enough to hope. Taunting, teasing, but still eagerly pleasing.. I try to move into the streams it sparingly gives me just to warm an inch of skin. That's all I need. I construct dreams, wish on stars, throw pennies in the fountain, I whisper faintly to the heavens when my eyelids are heavy, vowing not to misspend this life, if only given the chance of loving right. I want to dance in shafts of sunlight, I want the key to turn.. I want more than the keyhole... should I just open the door?

love,g