There hasn't been a night since I met you
That you haven't starred in my dreams.

Sometimes protector
Sometimes lover
Sometimes victim
Sometimes villain
But always you.

I guess I can't get enough of you when waking
So my subconscious picks up the slack.

You have invaded every inch of my being
But sometimes invasions are positive.

Racing through backroads
You watch as stars appear as if from nowhere.
Freshly born, newly created
Made only for you and him to know.

You don't know where you're going
But you'll go anywhere with him
So you aren't worried.
Anywhere he goes immediately becomes a good place.

He drives far too fast through unknown townships
If you can ever call them that.
But it's still dark enough there that you just
Stare out the window; you put your arm out to feel the night.

You stop in a dirt road
Abandoned, for all intensive purposes.
Lay on the hood and watch the stars
As if it's a PG-13 romantic comedy.

He gives you the stars
And you have nothing to give in return
So you just try to take in the universe.
You just want to reach out and touch it.

And as you leave you watch the stars disappear
Fading back into the city lights.
You wonder if the universe holds a funeral for a dying star
You wonder if this has all been orchestrated by the cosmos.

You and him
And the frogs and the crickets
Provide the only heartbeats for miles.
And when supply is low, demand is high
So your pulse increases
And you can feel your heart pump faster
But you're not really sure if it's your blood
Or him.

Gradually you stop hearing the crickets and the frogs
And the two of you are all there is.
And you know you're safe
Because you're away from the ring of fire.
Not the kind Johnny Cash sang about
More the kind Giuliani would talk about.
The ring of city lights that is so far away from you
So you know you're safe.

You can see the freckle-stars
And the half-moon
And the silhouette of his face.
You can see everything you need to.

Whispered litanies of love
Bliss. Perfection. Pure happiness.
You wish you could be so happy all the time
But all good things come to an end.
(Does that really have to be true?)

I shrunk down
To be an equal of one of those little green army men.
Not one of the weaponized ones.
That one with the Walkie-Talkie
Everyone made fun of for being useless.

I stole his walkie-talkie, actually.
I was scaling your mountain
So I needed some sort of communication.

From the sheets, I rose.
Carefully, clumsily climbed up you
Mount Olympus for mortals.

I almost fell
I almost dropped my radio
I almost got lost in you.
But I prevailed.

And when I reached the top
I said "I claim this"
But I couldn't really claim it
Because I didn't have a flag
And how do you claim something without a flag?

And in a way I don't think I should be able to claim you
Because claim is a word for lesser mountains.
You cannot claim what wasn't created by you
Or name it.

But I was two inches tall
With a tiny green radio
That just kept squawking
"Are you there, C? It's me, Ego!"
So I tried my best.

You held my hand
And looked me in the eyes
And told me I was beautiful.
That you wanted me.
That you needed me.

And you proved it.

It was the first time I really believed it, I think.
It was the first time I took it to heart.
I still can't get over how you make me feel
And I don't really want to.

You make me alive.
You make me feel like I matter.
You make me feel like I'm loved.

You say I make you feel like a man.
Well, you make me feel like a woman.
Young and beautiful
A creation of the gods.

When you touch me
The tremors of earthquakes crash through my veins.
I am a world
Created for you, only you, always you.
Born of the clouds and the tides
I am worthy of being studied and sought after
You show me I am worthy.
You show me I am good.

When I look in your eyes
You are surrounded by stars.
And if you're made of light,
I must be too
For we could not be so far apart.

While I may make you feel like a man
You make me feel liike a woman.
We were created of the heavens.
We were created for each other.