In the Key of E Minor

I've always thought
that all good stories begin with a tune,
and you
are a symphony.

The strings, they rise,
stirring the soul
[as it heats
to a rolling boil]

I like the way you
take my breath away;
I've always enjoyed
asphyxiation.

But after riding the rollercoaster
I get nauseous, and then
disappointed--
the ground is far too steady.

Did you know that
emphasis is everything?
[but I like the way my words
sound in your voice]

Would you sing me a song
about sleeping?
I want to recall
what it feels like to dream.