i've the most difficult time
explaining myself
though my thoughts are quite simplistic
all i've ever wanted
is a cup of coffee and a lullaby
a crown of flowers
a night molded to your curves
and stretches of your ribcage
to sink my face into your chest
and hide myself
until i awake with the light of morning
cooing to me, gently gliding down my back
alongside your hand
a sleepy conscious resides
in my heart of silk and porcelain