**** getting kisses for breakfast, I want them for lunch and tea. I don’t ever want you, To have to miss me, Because that means that I’ve left you, If I’ve left you then you’re alone, And that’s not what I want, My lost pebble in the foam, I want sunshine. I want cold smarting my nostrils, And setting it’s embers alight, Deep in my chest. I want to be under a string of stars That glow To the pulse of my heartbeat, From thousands of years ago. I want nettle stings on my thighs, I want mud on my hands I want you to look at me always in that way when you brushed off the ***** bloodied sand.