Take your time with the touch until it is too much
and I can't feel my toes or eyelids.
It is like I have become a new person on your account.
I wish you could be this way all the time,
and I could be lost too.
I can curl and twist the way you speak into my body
and it is not painful—no, the very opposite.
Thank you, I would say if you were here to hear it,
and that's not all
stay with me, I would say.

I sleep shut in your door
and I hope your eyes are on the lock
until I wake up to the warm sun.
Is that all?
You forget sometimes that we are in love,
well we are, and keep that door locked a little longer
so I will remind you of it.
These are my favorite.
As soon as the paper lands in your front yard
we will be finished and fighting.
Your hands are warm.
That is a sign to me that I don't understand.
I wish you would take me with you sometimes
so I could hold your hand and watch.
It is like I do not exist to you when I am not home with you,
for apart we are separate and together we are the same one.
I don't want you to tell me no anymore so I wont ask anymore
and then maybe you will like me more
because I know I am good enough for you
and I am not afraid of what I think.
It may sit in my mind,
and you give it time to fester
and I think of little birds in the nest
waiting for food
but I don't know how to teach them to fly.
And I want to cry because they have no one else
until you are home.

Touch me like the morning was touched
and I will become a bird,
until I can curl in and twist away with new wings,
teach birds to fly and I am human but I will wait
until you build me up and in that one moment the separate times seem worth it.
In that one moment we are the same and I will stay I think,
and the birds will teach themselves.