i have the most painful urge to dance
specifically all around the room
specifically on cold wooden floors, sock footed
specifically with you
perhaps with the lights off
and light up stars on the ceiling
you see, i have been making a playlist
(of all the songs i want to dance to with you
at 449 songs, it would take us 1.2 days to listen)
please don’t ask me about it
or what I want to come out of it
because I want more than I am allowed to
and there is no way that I could pick and choose
which of those things to tell you
but if I had to pick a single thing to ask for, from you
it would be for one day, full:
(a morning coffee, a long car ride, a foreign coast, something read aloud to me, the press of two shoulders, two palms, maybe a handwritten poem left behind by a ghost, a smile, a sunlit floor, an afternoon dancing until the glow of the sunset fades into evening and a night under two sets of stars, one plastic, and one infinite, no goodbyes)
just a goodnight, and a good morning.