i want

i want the long cool hands of time
to move more slowly over
my body i want

to be showered with love at all times
i want your calm goodness and humor
washing over me at every occasion i want

a small studio of my own inside
an even smaller
garden i want

to invite a man for tea and call him
my husband i want
to be debt free i want

flourishing and flourishes and nourishment
at every turn i want

to be able to sleep at night i want
more serenity and travelling and hope popsicles
flying everywhere i want

caskets made out of bags
stone cold sugar

and i want your heart in my mouth