I would crawl into you if I were small enoughMature

I would crawl into you if I were small enough.
Slip into your blood stream and float around, 
absorbing your warmth, enjoying the rushing sound
of your body.  I would build a house in your ribcage,
and every few days I would migrate to your cerebellum
and I would watch the lights, wondering what you were
thinking about, what had your interest, what it was
that caused you to illuminate so beautifully.

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