Wonderful.

I have an unhealthy desire
to sleep with you.

Not to sleep sleep,
but to literally fall asleep to you
and wake up to you.
I want to know if you sleep silent like death
or if you sleep awake,
   moving and talking,
like me.

The summer has brought me the freedom I crave
and an appreciation for life
and the hunger to maintain this perfect happiness.
Hihowareyou?
   Wonderful. I've been wonderful.
And I don't know when it started,
but it's here,
and I'm not letting it get away.

Maybe I can't sleep
because I'm afraid that if I lose sight of wonderful,
it will sleep out of my grasp
like a leprechaun,
and I will be normal again.

I know you sleep perfectly still,
except for the little subconscious sparks
that slide down your arm
and escape through your fingers,
as if warning you to stay awake
like you have something to protect.

Maybe you're afraid to sleep, too.