I want to drive
to the coast and walk the beach
Hear the rain
on a tent as I drift asleep slowly
Take the train
down to carney rides, bolts
loose, I’ll scream
to the thrill of my own heart
beating, ba-boom
Scream for my team, home runs
hit hard, hitting
hard
hard
I want to wake slowly
most days,
teasing
having lingered too long touching
in the eve,
cooing
in the starlight past midnight
Snuggle into
that warm body that takes up
too much
of the bed
I want…
