I Want

I Want.

I want to pick the sunshine from my teeth.

I want to find little

Silvery smudges of the moon

In the creases of my newspaper.

I want every single hour to be filled

With useless pretty little things

Like the edges of your mouth when you smile

Or the wet crunch of the rotten apples

Hitting the patio.

I want every day to begin in the golden sunshine

Of mid afternoon

And I want the night to stretch like the ocean

So that when the day is done

We can walk together,

Strip bare

And slip into the rest of our days.