Comforted Thoughts

Comforted By Thoughts
At first it seemed shocking
but now the idea tickles
my tongue.
And intrigues my curiosity
beyond the ability to rationalize
or resist:
I want to love you!
I want to live with you!
I want to wake each
morning in your arms
comforted by your oddness.
Seduced by your knowledge
of my ways.
I want to care for you
brush your hair.
Put lotion on your scars
and pet your head at bedtime,
watching your eyes close
slow like a child's,
heavy with the thousand
things that filled your day.