Let's lay a blanket down on my front yard,

And look up at the constellations while drunk,

We'll hold hands to keep each other steady,

As the world spins madly around us in a blur.

I want the oil of your fingertips
to be infused in my skin,

I'd like to discover strands of your hair
tangled in my clothes,

I want the taste of your sweet skin
to soak into my dry tongue,

I'd like-after a long night-for your scent
to stain every hair on my head,

I wish for you to always be a part of me in all the smallest ways possible.