Ethereal, almost ghostly

I want you so ordinary. I want you so sticky. Not like honey or strawberry bubble gum or the thin cloud of joy that dries on my stomach & lips. I said sticky. I want the sigh you make when sleep is near, so close to your eyelids you smile & make a breezy sound that is only yours as you step into a dream where you fly & ride dragons. I am the dragon, not the Last Dragon, but the one to whom you’ll surrender your divinity. Lay your cheek against my scaly wings. I want you plain. I want you bragging. I want you naked as a tongue without a word. I want you laughing. I want you joy. I want you wonder & wonderful. The hips on every guitar. Copper tambourines scoring your laughter. Don’t ever learn how to stop laughing. Laugh when you shouldn’t. I like that laughing best. I want you miracle. I want you possible & foolish. What can’t the heart love back & rough so rough the muscles in us let go & let you come into you. I want you tickled. I want you shaking your head like you can’t believe this shit. I want you dancing. Any kind of dance that takes you over our ceiling of stars, over the commandment of my mouth, over the blackening backs of mountains that have pushed through the wide earth & ocean to see you sailing by. I want you floating & swimming & finding yourself so thrilled you pinch yourself, touch yourself until you’re screaming your own name because you believe, like I believe, your name is perfect. I want you rich like chocolate with chocolate & chocolate & then some more sugar. I want you sweet like two babies with two puppies with two kittens with two chocolate ice cream cones drooling down their cheeks. That’s sweet, right? Even when those hard nights & days crawl under the hidden veil I have made for you, even as your wings & bones promise you pain & grief, remember what we know. Remember what I’ve told you. I want you drowning in paradise, whatever you remember from the place we went to that one time.