Please Sleep In With Me

Please sleep in with me.
Be okay with doing nothing.
I made some phone calls
And was able to get in touch
With some construction workers.
I spent the last of this week's paycheck.
I hired them to mend the cracks
In between both of our eyelids
With concrete
So the light of day
Doesn't enter our brains
And make both of us
Conscious.
I will plug your ears,
Half-awake,
So the scraping sounds
the trowels make
Smoothing the lumps
In the patchwork
Don't interrupt your dreams.
When they're finished,
They will leave.
When they're finished,
I will wrap my arms around you,
And you will wrap your arms around me.
Locking our fingers together
Will form a straitjacket
I never want to be let out of.
Instead of taking a bath,
We can lick the dirt and oil
Out of each other's pores
With our tongues.
This is not a sexual advance,
Just a chance to grow into
One another.
Listening to the lullabies
Of our exhaling breaths.
Please sleep in with me.
Please smash your snooze button
With a fist made out of hammers.
Warm blankets are wonderful,
But bodies are better.
Less itchy.
Less alone.
I wish two giant hands,
The hands of a seamstress,
The hands of our mothers,
Would descend from the sky
With a needle and thread,
And hem the miles separating us
Transforming the geography
Of North America,
Just so we could be closer together.
So we could listen to the whistles
Of the wind against the bedroom windows.
Because this blurry computer screen
Can never give an accurate depiction
Of what you actually look like.
Or of the teddy bear that covers
Your face in bed.
Please sleep in with me
Because I can't think of anything else
I'd rather do today.