If you were a color,
you would be any shade in neon-
feeding eccentric thoughts to brighter heights.
I sneak into your bed.
You always wake up long enough to erupt into laughing hysterics,
and then you collapse back into dreaming
placing your head upon my chest.
I lay smiling,
staring up at star light projections-
hoping my love finds you subliminally
I am weaving myself into your brainwaves
wiring myself as the hero in your dreams.
I always stay a while,
because now and then
you throw your hand back to my face
pawing for Braille
"I am still here."
On these nights,
I always turn the air down, to low-
controlling things that will make you need me
and I blanket my fingers
in the curls of your hair-
about how there is no accurate measure
nor an adequate anything
it can all fit into my hands-
but I love in measurements,
all the tangibles could vary,
but I love you more than what arms can carry...