You grow a mustache
I'll buy a car
We'll go cruising on Sunday afternoons
My fingers in your hair
Yours quietly crawling up my skirt
We can tell the neighbors there's a baby on the way
But you'll say **** it all and get another tattoo
My love inked across your arm
And I'll sit amid the garden pansies
Dirt between my toes and your laughter in my ears
When Christmas comes we'll hang lights
Every color I can find
Strung from every roof tile you can reach
We'll be the best on the block
Even when the neighbors complain in February
I'll wear a blue dress
You'll take me out, best restaurant in town
An anniversary in suburbia
But we'll come home with bottles of ***
Wake up on our own neatly mowed lawn
You won't wash the car
I don't want to take any kids to school
We'll get mad, get even, make up
And do it all over again
Make them all wonder where all this began
You and I could change our minds
Go back to the start of it all
Find ourselves with barely two fingers entwined
When it was still enough just to go
For a five minute drive
Your hand in mine.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
You grow a mustache
I'll buy a car
We'll go cruising on Sunday afternoons
My fingers in your hair
Yours quietly crawling up my skirt
We can tell the neighbors there's a baby on the way
But you'll say **** it all and get another tattoo
My love inked across your arm
And I'll sit amid the garden pansies
Dirt between my toes and your laughter in my ears
When Christmas comes we'll hang lights
Every color I can find
Strung from every roof tile you can reach
We'll be the best on the block
Even when the neighbors complain in February
I'll wear a blue dress
You'll take me out, best restaurant in town
An anniversary in suburbia
But we'll come home with bottles of ***
Wake up on our own neatly mowed lawn
You won't wash the car
I don't want to take any kids to school
We'll get mad, get even, make up
And do it all over again
Make them all wonder where all this began
You and I could change our minds
Go back to the start of it all
Find ourselves with barely two fingers entwined
When it was still enough just to go
For a five minute drive
Your hand in mine.
Request permission to use this poem