The way to my heart has never been a mystery,
or a shadowed, scary path.
There is a map,
drawn up and down your arms as I lean into them at sunset,
a clear trail of helpful hints, snaking through your living room to the bedside table,
where I place my lipgloss and my earrings,
and I sleep with a smile,
counting down the hours until I can spring back to life and shower you with kisses and romantic verses.
I am not a material girl,
although this has always been a material world.
I retreat to my reality,
where I am your day dream queen,
fast asleep in your arms,
and everything else,
easy to find and easy to capture,
for the right person.