you--
skin like fruit
hair like spun gold
begging to be touched
and smelled.
hips like mountains rising from the sheets
i want to climb you,
i want to claim you as my own.
oh you.
just last night you looked at me
with eyes that burned like firey gems
and today they hide behind tender silk eyelids
disguising your dream cinema.
i tossed & turned all night
waiting for you.
i'm jealous of sleep-
sleep, who holds you in selfish arms
sleep, who is allowed to hear your fantasies
one
by
one
and gets to play them out.
you-
how i want to touch you
how i want to fill my pockets with you
(and cheat on my ordinary sadness.)
how i want to paint my lips with you each morning
oh, how i want to touch you now.
seconds like seasons here in our bed
watching you.
you don't stir and this is winter.
*no place like home*
.fairy tales.
next road note.
