I would like to fall asleep with my head in your lap while you are telling me a story. My dreams would follow the plot, and I would see you, float above you in the ether as you played out your next little escapade. Your next social experiment, a point you have to prove in costume. You are boy building dams just to control the water so I wait for a hard rain and smile in the knowledge you will have to give it all up. Raise your hands in complete frustration, fists clinched wanting a sword.
And then you would feel the rain.
I have seen your eyes light up when the skies grow dark.
I have seen the first drops touch your face.
You opened your mouth to drink it all in.
And then you screamed.
The rain came harder, huge baptismal drops.
What a beautiful smile you have. What a transforming laugh.
I look down at the dams. They have washed away.
It is here I know you.