to touch

Sweet dreaming becomes my body this night.
The thought that your hand may touch me.
The smile that you may one day embrace me.
The freedom to feel and express.
I have always wanted to write for you
for your eyes to know.
for my heart to be weak before you.
for there to be greater truth.
And as my eyes close now
I can picture the lingering want tucked easily into my body.
Your body perfect in its imperfection
And your hands.
I want to trace the many shapes of you
Run my hand over you like clay
sculpt and know you in ways more intimate than words.
Tho words are all I can give you
Because right now words are all you have taken.
This sweet dream, even in a moment of sorrow brings me happiness.