i want saturday mornings to always smell like
black coffee and your cologne

i want to wake up before the sun rises
and walk around in wool socks, sing elvis presley
under my breath because i'll never admit it
but when i fell for you it was relentlessly and without
inhibition and
                          i just
                                     could not
                                                   help myself

i want to carry two mugs back to bed instead of just
one and i want to be there when you wake up
slowly

Maybe if i kiss you long enough, your coal lungs will soon have you breathing diamonds
and you'll tell me that the
buildings of flame that uproot themselves
inside of my chest have been built
so I could get used to the smoke
You remind me of freedom
and you possess more than the 50 stars that stamp our flag
I hope you know i'd get lost in your eyes
and i'd burn every map i owned
just to stay a little longer
I hope when you realize that i am as empty as the ghost towns in old western movies you dance in the dirt instead of leaving
Some days I'll poke holes in my umbrella
because i need to stop shielding myself from things that don't hurt me
So when you hear me praying for a flood,
just know it's not because you touch me like a famine
you don't have to go
you don't have to stop signing your name on my back
like you did when you signed a receipt
and you don't have to return me even when you are finished
because i belong to you even if you do not belong to me

You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
You will pose with a hill-flower grace.

You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,
A poise of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods
As many as skies in delicate change
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.

                    Yet,
You may not come, O girl of a dream,
We may but pass as the world goes by
And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
A film of hope and a memoried day.