From My Heart, To Anyone

8

Your arms are miles long
when I lay at night
and my sadness lies down with me
I feel you
you'll be asleep
but your shirt will be beside me
and so will your smile
As I lay alone I'll feel it,
that cold hand pushing my "damn thick" hair out of my face
And I feel your lips right under my left eyebrow
your favorite spot
I can feel your hand on the dimples on my back
fingers pressing so slightly because you know-
only you know.
And when my shirt rises up as I sleep
you will lower it like you know I like
and I will feel you
You and your mile long arms will encompass me
and for a few minutes, I will be alright again.