you're just a dream
you are real
yet you
aren't
you are perfect
you breathe
and eat
and move
so
gently
flowing

you exist
just not in
mine

but
I'll promise to
be the
big spoon
I'll give you my drink
when
you are still thirsty
and drink yours
when you
aren't
I'll kiss your
cuts
and
table-jammed toes
I'll let you
choose the music to
play in the
car
or in the room
or
in bed

if you'll love me,
I'll.