Someone wants to lie beside me

And run his fingers through my hair

While I write.

But how does he know

I lie in bed at night and write?

And does he know 

The touch of fingers in my hair

Will soothe the savage beast within me?

I will close my eyes

And dream

Of tigers that saunter

On hot days,

Mysterious sounds of jungle afternoons.

Is that monkeys I hear chattering,

Exotic birds at intervals 

So musical?

Is it a love song I hear

Beating in your heart

And tapping out from your fingers

Along the strands of my hair?

When I wake,

I will try to write the beauty I have heard

While you loved me,

Or maybe I should try and write it

While I sleep.

-jenn