Piece

You could be just a voice
Moaning in the dark,
Whispering to me.

You could be just
A soft warm,
A light blanket
To cover me on my sleep.

You don't need to be whole.
I don't need an erotic touch
Or some.
You could be just a piece.

You could be the first ray
Of sunlight, that scapes
Through my window,
In the morning.

You don't have to fight me
Or maybe take me out to eat.
You don't have to tell me
I am pretty and I can do anything.

You could be here.