ONE NAME TO CALL

In my dreams there is a man

faceless he is to me

Yet i know

 there is only one name to call

Some days seem as if they will never cease

but then you take me by the hand

and guide me to sleep

My knight in thugs clothing

not proper but poetic

with your hands, body and mind

You connect with me and I melt

My racing heart

my sweaty palms

and my nervous laugh

all because of you

Touch my mind and not my thigh

Kiss my ego and not my lips

and love my soul and not my frame

Picture that Perfect

Image so surreal

Thoughts beyond abstraction 

REALITY

That is what i should call you

Because you are everything that is real to me