i want to be like your sunday morning,
warm, carefree, gentle, comforting.
i want to be your tea or coffee,
or whatever it is you drink--
hot, cold, sweet, bitter, necessary.
i want to be the sheets you hide under,
when the sun rays bite your flesh,
and you wake up feeling distraught,
i want to be the lines on your palms,
the creases on your forehead,
the curiosity in your eyes,
the curves on your lips,
the breaks on your skin.
i want these things and more,
but above all,
i want to be the dreams in your sleep,
the memories you make,
the aftertaste you seek,
the chances you take,
the promise you keep.
I think this still needs a little tweaking at the end. I just wrote this on a whim.