I wish to pick you up into my cradled lap and read poetry together                                                         ­                                            I'll listen to your kind voice, gliding the phrases through the air, cleansing it;                                                        
laugh should i miss a word and you cant help but to correct me;                                                              ­                                            We'll be sitting outside because you say everything is so much slower there;                                                           ­                                                  I'll instantly agree because when you sit at the end of the dock you become part of the scene and anything that has you in it is worth admiring for hours                                                            ­                   And I'll coddle you into my scarf, when the wind at the lake picks up,                                                              ­                                         
You'll shiver and move yourself closer into my warmth and continue the phenomenon your existence creates