#2.22.16

Can I be a leader for February 22?

i dream about telling you secrets i’ve kept for decades, secrets so well concealed i’ve almost forgotten them myself. i dream about dwelling in the heaven where you play, far from the earth where i am. and i won’t lie; i dream about the warmth of your skin against mine. i dream about learning the landscapes of your body until topography makes sense to me (it never does.) i wake saying your name. you, an impulsive prayer, forever unanswered.