Some days all I want to do's
Fall asleep on your shoulder
Feel all your hinges tighten
Careful not to rouse me
But why would I wake when I could hold this tiny moment
Ensconced in your warmth?
And if my eyes must flutter open,
They do so only to permit another tiny moment
Of looking closely into your eyes.
They pull me far deeper into a dream
Than any kind of slumber.