smelling your hair

i could have your child if you showed me love. my soul would be yours if you could look into my eyes and see yourself. love me and be yourself. i would give you the world if your heart could beat to our truth. our love would presuppose. it would endure and take us both back to the beginning of "us" even though we walked to the end. i could be the happiest person, a complete person because i was walking with you. i walked with you in my heart. you were holding my hand and whispering things. pretty things. helping me with each step. sometimes you'd kiss me and bring me back to where i was supposed to be. someplace quiet and bubbly maybe. someplace happy. we can pick anywhere really as long as i can still smell your hair and stare at your pulse beating to the rhythm of my reality. i imagined you to be this perfect thing. this beautiful and perfect thing that i want to squeeze and lick and serve for as long as i can still smell your hair. smell your hair and smile and be happy. take me there.