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
of
stone cold sugar
and i want your heart in my mouth
always
pulsing
