It's like a pretty music when they speak
I'm so lost in it
that i can close my inner doors
to everything that isn't their
magic
and i listen; I pretend to
drink coffee, but I'm listening
to the prettiness of them

i wonder
what it would be like if
i were to fall asleep to it

with him stroking my hair
and whispering
to me like that every night, you know
I think my dreams would be made of gold.