scratch my back & tell me a story.

well, honey, scratch my back and tell me a story,
written with the tips of your fingers.
a story no one will ever know but you, though i try and guess.
i get it wrong each time,
i can feel "i love you" but i don't tell you, smiling into my pillow.
push back my fringe, and say nothing. that gesture alone is enough,
enough to get the heart racing, and the heart knowing.
let's buy hot chocolates and stare out the window at people,
making up stories, laughing,
speaking as if we are them.
tell me about your childhood friends, embarrassing stories about yourself,
that i find endearing, and you find horrifying.
embrace me,
really embrace me.
rub my cold feet & hands between yours; keeping me warm will be your mission for tonight.
scratch my back and tell me a story,
written with the tips of your fingers.