dream

sometimes when you’re sleeping i trace my fingers down the nape of your neck and connect all the freckles on your back. i breathe you in and you’re sweet like the vanilla bean candle burning dimly from across the room. if i could, i’d bottle up your scent and wear it as perfume so your smell lingers near when you are not. your shoulders are like speckled eggs and your eyes flecked with desire and love. you’re warm like a freshly baked pie on the window pane of my heart.