I’ve built dreams just for you.
My mind can be your escape for a while
when you get sick of runs to the corner store
of luncheon proposals and the typical one glass of chardonnay
end to the work day.
I house you, like a pyramid, bones.
Thieves might’ve stole the king’s crown
But I will fashion you a throne
of love if you let me.
Like I said I’ve built dreams for you.
And if I’m gonna dream this intricate, I need the imagining power of two.
A palace the architects sculpt of memory—
glass parlors and mirrored floors for waltzing.
We danced so much the night before, there was music in my pillow when the morning came.
If i might be so bold,
i have the itch to trace your silhouette with my lips
because last night you held me so close
I could literally smell the caramel in your skin tone.
I want to live with you…in Europe
And make love on Parisian velvet decadent in feel.
Roman cushions upon which I rest in your arms
like an oyster naked in a shell
feeding the hours into your mouth
like a handful of black seedless grapes.
And it tastes eternal.
I don’t know how you feel about Borges or taxes or Darjeeling tea.
I’m not sure what you know about the Khmer Rouge
or the rolling of handmade Cuban cigars
I’m not sure how you feel about me…
Or if you think about us in your spare time.
But I do know how you feel about words.
And I’m pretty sure our souls rhyme.