Make Me More

I want you to call me more than I am.

Make me into something I could never be —

Within your mind’s eye,

or seeping through your fingers.

Better yet,

cage me in your chest and let me sit beside your heart for awhile.

Like two strangers getting acquainted on a park bench.

I am waiting for it to fizzle.

Waiting for your pulse to slow,

for your eyes to lose their glisten.

For now your hands loosen their grip, and you turn your back to me while you dream.