Soothing Poem (Redux)

I would like to settle the score
by brushing your hair until you go
into a trance from being soothed
by the gentle stroking of the brush
in my hand that provides that relaxing
sensation you so adore and crave.
Then I would like to make you
a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
You are exhausted, you tell me you
are exhausted so you should sleep
and not worry that I'll write on
your face with a felt tipped pen
or devise some trick that will
piss you off or startle you.
I'm beyond that sort of stuff
now that you are here with
me letting me brush your hair.
I'll never be bad again, I swear.