& he said:
this time, our time
is endless...
I thought long and hard today,
about what I want with love.
Scatter brained and slightly worn.
I want to be able to drive,
endlessly, hours, of just silence.
To sit in a field.
To sit on a cliff,
over water, rough and constant.
To just lay.
To lay and watch the clouds.
To lay and watch the stars.
To breathe in the heavy silence.
I want to smile.
Endlessly glow in contentment.
I want to sit.
Around the fire.
In the morning on the porch.
To watch the dew drops,
combust and evaporate
in the morning light.
I want to breathe.
Breathe deep,
the fresh crisp,
damp heavy air.
I want to over think,
to stutter,
to be shyd by my attraction.
I want to talk and talk and talk.
Spill my guts out over my jeans
drizzle down my legs to the pavement below.
crayon box
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