I’d like to sit down on your couch
And watch you read your books.
I’d like to quietly listen
As you expounded on the philosophies you took.
I’d like to sip the mug
That you washed with your two spindly hands.
I’d like to open the door
That I always knock at.
I’d like to swim across the land
To meet you and hold firmly to your hand.
I’d like to open my mouth
And let the words of lust and love spill out.
I’d like to sit with my guitar
And write a song with a chorus and words that rhyme.
I’d like to say I had you once.
In my grasp.
Your little quaking shivering heart in the palm of my hand.
I’d like that.