i’m holding you closer now than i was before.
if only it were in a physical sense.
i imagine it everyday you know…
living… breathing… dreaming.
i wake up and remember that my sheets aren’t yellow at all.
but a dark burgundy color instead.
the color of my insides…
the color of you and i.
but it’s not what i want.
what do i want?
i want clocks on the wall set halfway in between you and i.
mine a half hour behind… yours a half hour ahead.
that way we meet in the middle.
i’ll be late for everything, but that’s no matter because i already am.
you’ll be early.
premature,
but does that bother you?
i want a merle pup named locke.
with pouting eyes and floppy ears.
a tail wagging whenever i enter the house because he knows that i am home.
that you are home.
that we… are … -home-.
jack is another story.
he’s lazy.
i want a case of green juice in the fridge at all times.
and green olives.
i want two tv sets. one next to the other.
one ours, the other ours, as well.
systems will be in the middle.
and there will be a big comfy couch about ten feet away.
i’ll harass you as you battle and you’ll annoy me while i fight…
but it will all end with a kiss.
that’s what makes it worth everything.
i want a never ending pack of cigarettes on the coffee table in the living room.
and when i grab one and say meet me in the backyard in less than five when it’s darker than a prison cell in the basement of the jailhouse out there you’ll know that if you take forty seven large strides forward…. and seventeen small steps to the left… you’ll find me by that tree waiting to be ravaged.
my arms will already be above my head but when you come out i’ll wrap them around you.
you’ll only let me hold on for about thirty seconds before pinning me to the tree and taking full advantage.
of what’s yours.
whats…
ours.
what is ours?
