Give me your eyes and I will melt into your pupils until my face turns blurry, camouflaging into the background.
Give me your trunk and I will wrap my arms around like a snug wooly cloak.
Bare your neck so I may press my face into your skin, inhaling your aroma, and kissing the ticklish spots.
Bare your teeth as your head goes back in laughter so I can match your joy and laugh with you.
Bare your tears so I can feel with you and hold you and swim in your river.
Swim we shall, down the crooked path of no return, where birds land on our shoulders and tweet in our ears, where skipping is the norm and walking the exception, where telling lies is as hard as the tough bamboo trunks and telling truths is the flapping of butterfly wings, where breathing long and deep is as simple as the abc's, and where dreams are our waking life, and sleep no different. Dreams become us and we become them. Over the tree tops we fly, looking down at all the directions we can go, knowing that any will do, but some will be more adventurous, or sad, or perhaps a tad boring, but no mind to that, keep cartwheeling along and see how dizzy we can get.