November 3rd, 2011 part 2
One day, I want to be happy with you.
I want to be the reason you smile when the world is blue.
One day, I want to be in your arms
where any threat will raise no alarm
so comforted by your warm embrace.
One day, I want to wake up beside you,
our limbs twisted together like vines,
clinging to each other with but sparse room for air between us.
One day, I want our fingers to entwine,
a smile creeping across your cheeks, blushing pink
our sweaty palms pressed together, meeting for the first time.
One day, I want to be with you.
To kiss you and hold you close
is what my dreams are made of most.