I wake an army of sleep walkers, and tattoo them to my legs, and run towards dreams and a night with you – my petal pillow of few but enlightened words.
Footfall and then run run, and lighter and lighter until aloft, I fly to the lips of your most lovely and transcending smile, emboldened like a Percival.
And there in your arms we laughed and threw stones at the gray house of the old man and watched him shave his beard and his toes freeze in the cold.
Tonight I bought you flowers and a heart shaped box of candies and we were like gluttons on fire, shooting sparks and tossing confetti because a new year had come…
The tower and the little boat in the moat, and the snow man melting because of “because” and with a laugh laugh and mouths full of fun, we ate and dined on an old year.
We were wasted on sleepy night time – drowsy on dreamy kisses and the slow slide of sense and intense lovemaking – I a jester and you a queen.