i want easy sundays with the lights turned off
until noon. i want “can you throw out the trash,
my body aches and i feel the rain filling the hollows of my bones today”
i want rushed mondays and our hearts put in
an electrical socket and strung up around our house
like fairy lights at christmas. i want fingertips on
the strip of clothing that covers my shoulders when it’s
hot enough to sleep in a tank top and shorts. i want
humid mornings, our hair a cloud we have yet to dream on.
i want watching the 11 o'clock news while you fall asleep
on my chest and i change the channel because
i can’t hear about people hurting anymore. i want “i’m finally home”
mumbled in my neck if i get there later than you.
i want parts of countries and passports lined up on shelves and
i want to feel the world in our house and home in your chest.
i want fingers around my curls when i’m too tired to cook.
i want autumn dates and wet leaves stuck to our boots
as we rush inside to feel each others summer warmth again.
i want wednesday fights and friday sighs and “do you still love me”
to be replied with arms as tangled as our knotted hair.
i want warm oceans after a long winter, i want knowing that
if i can’t save a life today, i have warmed yours.
and sometimes that’s enough. and i am enough for you.
i want saturday grocery runs and markets and night drives
to ease the ache and, God, i want laugh lines from you.
i want youth to be erased off my face with the scar of you
heavy in my skin. i want your open mouthed naps on my shoulder.
i want moans as loud as the police cars that drive round the city at 1am. i want family visits across birthlands and fourth of july cookouts
and i want to remember how cold parts of me were before
i memorized the warmth of your hands.
i want home with you. want ache and sorrow and comfort
and, honestly, i want a life with you.
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