Could This Be Love?

I’m slowly waking up.

I open my eyes and I see you lying there beside me.

I reach out.

I want to put my hands on you.

I want to turn you on.

I want to look at your face.

I want to feel connected.

You tell me what the weather is like today.

You tell me what I should be offended by today.

You tell me I’ve got work to do.

And because I love you;

I will. I will.

You’ve got my attention in your cage.

You dictate who gets my blessing or my rage.

I’ll change my image when you say so.

I’ll activate for a cause when you say go.

Tell me I’m not racist, tell me I’m kind.

I write on my wall; I’m of the hive mind.

I’ll signal virtues to the news today.

I’ll do anything, anything that you say.

I love you. I love you.

Sweet phone.