Dreams

Like this is how I like him the most, soft, relaxed, curled between the blankets, peacefully sleeping, his head on my chest, as if he is listening to the song of my heart, the music that beats from me to him, a song that is meant for him, a song I’m writing only for him, a song made of stars and his bright smile, a lullaby to carry his dreams, to hold him tight in my arms.

His hair tickles my neck and my hands can’t help but caress it, his smooth and silky touch, light pink fading away around my fingers, tracing his forehead, the contorns of his face, his smiling eyes that fly high full of dreams and delight. His lips are curled in a precious sleeping smile, all soft and warm, it's hard to resist, is hard to stop myself from drowning into them, to press the with my own and taste the flavor of his dreams, make him open his bright, sparkling eyes, force them to see me, to realize that I'm alredy dying for him, to have him like this, for real, not only because he fell asleep while talking to me. 

I really want to kiss him, relish that shine smirk, that is always pleading on my dreams. I want him to know how he makes me feel, how deep I’m in love with him. It’s hard to keep myself from falling over him, kissing his milky skin, all the freckles on his exposed neck, the single spot on his open eyelid.

His hands fall over me, a hug that locks me to him, a hug that is more like a mess of arms and legs and sheets tangled, bodies interlaced, pressed together, sharing warm and softness. We are a ball under the blanked but I don’t care, I want him like that, I love him more when he is like that, a chaotic cat who keeps my sleep away from me. I don't care if I have to be awake for a week if that means that he is with me. 

I can feel his breath, warm and soft and gentle getting lost on my hair, traveling through my skin, making me shiver in lust and desire. He is cuddling me, snuggling inconscient, and I can’t rest, because he is the only thing I can see, the only one I want. And he is there, in the place where I want him to belong. So I draw him in the dark sky instead, ensuring that nothing will perturb his sleep.

And maybe my dream, him, will be true, because his smile is wide and his holding me tight.