The secret

When you were sleeping on my bed,
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 feel like walking up to people on the street that kind of look like you
and ask them the questions I would want to 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 peddling a bicycle
toward your arms