Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on August 18, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I want to know the world in which you live
To feel the things your body has to feel
I’d measure all the pleasure you can give
And finally believe that you are real

I want to touch the sky above your head
To help you count the stars you see each night
I’d love to serve you breakfast in your bed
A tousled you must be a perfect sight

I wonder just what wonders you would show
And would you welcome me if I was there
The sort of secrets only you can know
How much of you are you prepared to share?

Each night I dream a life that is complete
In waking life I wonder where we’ll meet