Sleep Walker

I hope one day I sleep walk to you,
with my eyes closed tight,
so tight that you could walk on them,
like the man in the circus.
I'll walk through my door
With an iris projection,
keeping me walking on a selfish path to love.
I hear you say my name
under your breath as you fall asleep.
As I feel your name make its way,
coursing it's self throughout my thoughts,
touching my veins in a sexy, electric way.
I can't find it in me to curse this connection,
I cradle it, and spoon feed it like I'd nurture my own young.
I guess my mind is cruel,
sharing with me, unique dreams of how our first kiss would go,
you'd place your hand on the curve of my spine,
and tilt my chin,
just like a dream.
Because it is.
Please just once, let me wake to the touch of your skin.
I need your warmth,
"I can feel it coming."
I can't hear you say goodbye one more time,
without seeing you say it first.
I want to hear you say my name,
as I watch you chew the vowels,
while they reluctantly leave the safe haven of your mouth.
They, much like myself, cannot wait to return.
Return to the touch of your lips,
because upon arrival the only fear I can imagine,
is the fear of letting go.
as you calm my fears,
and stroke the spine of my love,
I close my eyes,
and sleep, just to dream of you.