when you were sleeping on the sofa

 i put my ear to your ear and listened

to the echo of your dreams.

that is the ocean i want to dive in,

merge with the bright fish,

plankton and pirate ships.

i walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you

and ask them the questions i would ask you.

can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke

rising from a chimney?

can i swing like tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?

i don’t wish i was in your arms,

i just wish i was pedaling a bicycle

toward your arms.

jeffrey mcdaniel,  the secret
source: jorge aragon, via etc