Sunday

when you were sleeping on the sofa i put my ear to your ear & listened to the echo of your dreams. that is the ocean that i want to dive into, merge with the bright fish, plankton & pirate ships.
i walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you & ask them the questions i would ask you:
can we sit on a rooftop & watch stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney?
can i swing like tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?
i don't with i was in your arms, i just wish i was peddling a bicycle towards them.