All That is You

I want to curl up in your world surrounded by all that is you.

I want to construct an erector-set reality lit by Christmas lights that reflect in the glitter in your hair, left over from construction paper angels that we tape to the ceiling with bright curly ribbons.

I want to hide in pillow forts from the snow outside and make wishes on fallen eyelashes. Pinkie promises and whispers, socked feet and secrets.

I want to sleep with you in a twin bed too small for one. Curl up in princess sheets and talk about astronauts. Let the outside winter rage.

I want to fall asleep with you and dream those dreams I had forgotten. Believe in a faraway future and all the millions of maybes.

I want to curl up in your world surrounded by all that is you.