you slept with your head on my shoulder

on the bus back from a party

i covered your eyes when the light came on

your head hurt and it was late

i'm trying not to bring my neuroses into this

or the guilt i feel for liking your smell

i dream about kissing you almost every night

which is only half the truth

it's how i say i think about it so much it follows me into sleep

i want to touch you and be near you

i want you to tease me and i want to address this poem to you

i don't want the air between us

it feels thick and slow and i don't need to breathe

i'm allowing the insanity to set in

being rational and cautious hasn't changed much

so i'll sit next to you

i get sick, but you know that and i don't care

i want something badly

and i'm not going to shut it down this time

i want you stupidly