A poem about myself.

I’d like for you to lay down
the things you find important,
the people you spend your love on,
lay down your arms and move around with,
touch, laugh and sing with-
Me in my bed

or on my shoulder when there’s no reason not to
except important things
and love and song.

I want to be exceptional.
I found you in the crowd
and you called on me when I said hello
and made myself available.

It’s only fair I am the same
as I imagine you to me.