If only I could walk with you on a Monday into the perfect night. I want to feel those eyes burn so bright that I melt as my hands interlace with yours into perfection. I want to rest my head on your shoulder as I feel your breath on my forehead, warm and inviting, tickling me softly. I want to feel gently caressing lips on my skin & hold you to breathe you in.

& I will pray to my absent god that things could be like third grade when he wiped the hair out of my face as the wind blew under the playground equipment. We looked at each other with innocent & blinded eyes & dissolved into laughter at the mention of cooties. Oh how much everyone's grown.

I need some love to wake me up from the dreams; like I have spent a lifetime with eyes closed, wasting between my sheets. I'm going to pretend that the ceiling is the sky & the glow-in-the-dark stars really are scintillating in the soft velvet that I wish to look at with you.

Are you waking up a slave to your destiny & spending the days wondering when Fate will throw at you what only occurs in your head? [It's all in your head.] The dream mists at the first sign of open eyes and eventually disappears as a ghost, like those friends you never had. But I keep closing my eyes and shutting them off. I want to step into the zone & bury myself in the dirty mud until you pick me up & zone the tears right out of our eyes. Shower to clean ourselves from the earth so we can walk into the center of the world on Monday night.