Daydream

On the other end of the room
that promised the growth
of the human mind,
you sat down away from me

at the other corner,
thinking of something else.

How I want to unravel
the mystery beneath those buttons
and uncover you
like a never-before-read book,

with worlds waiting
for me to discover them.

How I want to peruse
the very features that lie in wait
for me to unwrap;
I will not wear them down

rather, hold them dearly.
I will trek each curve with passion

that keep the climbers hiking.
And your hair will live freely
between my fingers all the while
I'm kissing you.