For A Boy In Another Realm

In my dream we held onto each other,
and you were
something of a Norse god,
my Thor.
My dear God of Thunder,
the one I
want to be my protector
if so I may need one.

Honey,
I dream in
technicolor
but worry it's too much for you,
left and right brainers
can mix in a 
sense of synapse
but hands and lips are
different
and cosmic.

And I want to say
with red lips,
please be with me
and maybe
we could make 
things
new and beautiful.

The world sometimes allows
for people like us
to become one and
not implode.
But would we be willing
to rise as Phoenixes 
otherwise?

Could someday
we merge on some
plane?
If I tucked your hair behind
your ear to see
your face
would you shy away
from my cold fingers?
Don't hide away from me,
dear one.

Some time I will ask you,
and dance with 
spirit in my toes
so maybe you'll know,
I am here,
here for you.
I could dance for you,
and you only.

[Sappy emotion poetry, I apologize.]