Dream

I dream of painting your body with all the words y heart holds for you.

A pastel blanket of love, and lust.

Passion and heartbreak, smiles and tears, and kisses

You could lay asleep, or awake and dreaming

And never feel my eyes dance across your skin, peering deeper than just your superficial beauty

I'm soaking in everything that makes you, you.

And suddenly, you start making me, me.

You build me up from the centre, but the taller you build me, the faster I feel I must climb; to keep up.

I'm not certain I have what it takes to be worthy of even the dream of you.