I want cows to give chocolate milk.
I want butterflies to provide real butter.
I want a rubber band to play my favorite song
And jumping beans to dance with me.
I want the moon to be made of cheese
I want pigs to have ponytails
And love letters to fill the air with pink.
I want the things I think about
To circle in the air
To be seen
To amuse
To make a heart beat lighter
And a smile to form on lips that frown
I want to see the world much brighter
Even if it is upside down.

They looked upon her and decided
There was not much of interest here
They missed it

For they were not looking
When she gazed up through her lashes
Humming “Don’t worry, be happy”.
They missed it

Those purple socks
And that glimmer of secrets
Hidden cleverly in the folds of her smile
They missed it

Those tapping toes,
And roaming fingers
Playing air piano.
They missed it

That twinkles
That darts about the room
Looking for something amusing
Or at least the next something.
They missed it

And this pleases her
In some way that she cannot explain
Any more than she can explain
Why pink elephants are funny
Why balloon eating trees make her laugh
Why unmatched socks delight her
Why those who get it, get it
Why those who don’t,never will.

Mumbling incoherently
I smack you in the face
Twisting in my sleep
Stealing covers.

You attempt,
Oh so politely,
To regain your lost position,
But you have lost the battle
Your boarders have been breeched
And you are aggravated
And amused,
Albeit begrudgingly.

So you pull out that secret weapon
And use it
Until giggling my face emerges
Rumpled from sleep
Abashed
Knowing I have stolen
Every last blanket
You own.

Your fingers curl along my sides
Their mission complete
As tickles become touches
And touches become clutches
And giggles become moans of happiness
Just as profound
And deeply felt.