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