stuck

stick
you're stuck
like a staple in my thumb
like a song in his head
like a finger down the throat.

fleeting
your touch is rare
like one of those perfectly realistic dreams
forgotten once the eyes open
an immediate loss in the morning
but to reveal something honest

i would sleep with you forever
just sleep
deeply, completely
naively, but lustfully

and in the morning i would wake before you
curl around you
a cocoon
and then i would open up like a flower when you rise

i'm like a child
wanting to grow up with someone like me
someone innocent but nasty
rusty but golden