i want to curl up with you;
rainy Sunday afternoon
watching old Hepburn films
and you stroke my hair
and i stare at you.
i want to read to you;
candle-lit room
scented with mangos -
and you rest your legs on mine
and i smile at you.
i want to get high with you;
flowers in bloom
you smell ashy
and we listen to Syd Barrett
and I cry with you.
i want to ride with you
sunlit bedroom -
sweaty expressions
and palma violets gush from my depths
and i die with you.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
i want to curl up with you;
rainy Sunday afternoon
watching old Hepburn films
and you stroke my hair
and i stare at you.
i want to read to you;
candle-lit room
scented with mangos -
and you rest your legs on mine
and i smile at you.
i want to get high with you;
flowers in bloom
you smell ashy
and we listen to Syd Barrett
and I cry with you.
i want to ride with you
sunlit bedroom -
sweaty expressions
and palma violets gush from my depths
and i die with you.
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