I dream of what it's like to thread my fingers
through the silk on your head.
I imagine it's like the comfort of freshly washed sheets,
we can lie in them together in my bed.
Can you feel and guard me like I'm your goal to keep?
And after you've scored return to the comfort
of your mattress.

Can we bundle up and be each other's covers?
Would you allow me to envelop you
with my love?
Warm you up through freezing nights?
You can be the constant refresher
of a cold pillow,
cool down my fire with the
thousands of details in your snowflake

Let them melt into my skin
and I'll reflect them back.
I am a mosaic of your greatest work,
let me be your muse and let your emotions
sink into my cotton that lets you
rest
You're safe here in our bed,

and I'll weave through your silk
until your eyes decide to close,
your breath feels safe to slow,
and your face reverts
to your most natural state,
and your snores become my lullaby.
Let us be comfort.

note: I fear i'm falling in love with someone's son