hide me in your sweater

i want to be wrapped up with you in your bed, flannel sheets and warm thoughts and giggling. i want to hide in your sweater when it’s cold outside, to read to you when we’re sitting around doing nothing or riding on bart late at night. i want to write poems with you where we don’t know what the other person has written until the end and we mash our lines together and see what rhymes. i want big empty spaces, a million photographs, freezing rivers, watching the world outside our third story window, dream journals, sliding down wooden hallways in big socks, crocheted beanies, carpeting, card games, orzo pasta, and long drives down twisty roads until i’m scared and i make you turn around. i want to visit horses we don’t know. i want unopened boxes that we leave alone for years and come back to and open and say “oh yes, i remember this!” but i want to remember the contents differently so we’ll argue about it. i want you to say cookies and me to say cake. i want to share a desk lamp with you.

~ by heartofasuperhero on December 26, 2006.