The one who writes me...

something that slipped out years ago

Writing through the night without making a sound
she sleeps... silky strands close to the ground
falling in love over and over again
her perfect glow stirring my pen

she is dreaming with smiles and giggles
turning into me with cozy wiggles
pure soft skin bared to my eyes
I write to her my sweet lullabies

she inhales softly and purrs a warm breeze
takes me by surprise when I write one of these
I cry sometimes, I call it liquid of joy
words come to me, a man and his toy

her love reassures this man with everything
because she loves me I cherish this ring
so this midnight I look at my favorite scene
the one who writes me, is only in my dreams