The Way To My Heart

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,

held tight,

my heart,

and everything else,

easy to find and easy to capture,

for the right person.