You make me dream harder than a thousand closed eyes,
And I spasm in our reverie as does my heart buckle
When you lay your head on my shoulder and urge the dip of your nose
To find my neck’s curve.
Your breath fogs my hanging soul
While the life of it all is glossed with the sweetness of your skin.
Sometimes I forget I’m not alone and reach for you in the dark
For the satisfaction of knowing you lay next to me.
That touch is like the spark of man,
Only you are made of all of me and I in turn of you.
In this I earn the dawn’s approach,
I have not slept this night.
I’ve only held the corroding frame bearing
Something of you. And until you lay next to me,
I will dream harder than a thousand closed eyes
To find all of you.