you are dreaming
hand tucked innocently under your cheek
i want to steal a page from shakespeare
- mack daddy of all lotharios,
the man had game before the players called it game
and we all just knew it as love -
oh! to be the hand that gets to cradle your cheek
my mind is teeming
with a million needtoknowNOW questions
where do dreams go between the dreaming..
how do sunsets make you feel..
or ice cream..
what do you reach for when alone and lonely..
a million inconsequentially important queries
but the two that are keeping me awake
in feverish delerium -
how the warm hollow scent
hidden beneath your ear
would feel against my nose
and
oh! to be the hand that gets to cradle your cheek