I don't just want tomorrow 
And I don't want a couple hours away 
I don't want years that fly by 
Or days that don't 
Or seconds that won't 

I want the smell of second hand smoke 
and coffee
to swim amongst sun lit mornings

I want to taste the evening on your lips 
And lay 
Skin to skin
Until midnight passes with each exhale 

Towards the tide and away from the unwillingness of a winters dawn
Rolling amongst the purring mist of late nights
and early mornings

To sleep atop the tongue of spring
and give in into the scent
of summers seduction 

You are tomorrow 
And you are a couple hours away 
The years that fly by 
Or days that don't 
Or seconds that won't 
I want you
An entirety 
Of your eternity.