somedays, i'd like pastel pink. // the scent of your cedarwood perfume // gushing through the sunlit room as // you'd softly fall into my arms. // and promise to never leave. // old school love signs // but we could never adapt. // had a universe left to chase. // and a void to fill with your // laughter. and the giggles// and our smiles. // evening sunsets sitting on our roof. // and i'd stitch a new dress for // every night. you were never late. // you never forgot. and // though i dared not confess, // i felt safer in your arms than not.
somedays, i'd like mint green. // the smell of your aftershave // pressing against my chest // as i sat tracing the // curves along your back. our // hands entwined, and i could// feel your breath right // under my chin. // love me, please. // and love me kindly. // i need you today. and // i'll need you tomorrow. // we'd lay under the stars, // rest our hearts while, // i put my pills away. // you'd be there right by my side. // and i'd have hope, // just for another day.
sometimes, i'd like flimsy blues. // and we'd sketch our thoughts on // a canvas and wait for // the spirals to put themselves // into place. // and sit by roadside inns // counting black and silver cars // that pass by. and draw hearts on // the sidewalk, watch the world // fall in love each time // you smile. we'd drink our sins like // grape juice on another // friday morning, and know that // things were right with us. // and with me. // we'd catch up on the doings // of the day. platonic whispers and // everything pretty our moon can't see.