let me lay my head on your shoulder
and slumber into your story
i want to be bigger than your details
and better than my consequences
i seek to be the arrangement on your table
and the the prose before you
the background you contemplate before
you fall away to erin*land dreams
the metaphor that does not
slip through your fingers
i want you to place your hand on my chest and
leave an impression that floats through my thoughts
i am searching for that moment
where i am all the literature