Teacups and Pens

7/20/14

Let’s go couchsurfing.

Let’s move away to some

cheap,

dirty,

couple hundred dollar

apartment

that’s right in the thick of it,

in the middle of the action,

where the city lights never dim,

and the people never sleep.

Let’s cuddle on the roof,

and wear each other’s hoodies.

Wear them so much,

our scents become part of the stitching,

and when we return them to each other,

it’ll take weeks of wash & wear

to get your cologne

and my perfume out of them.

I’ll go to your concerts,

and come with you to each venue,

and kiss you hard after

each and every show.

It’ll be my promise to you.

I’ll wear your beanies,

and smile as I watch

your dreams come true.

You’ll kiss my forehead

as I drink my morning coffee.

We’ll have a tiny bed,

but it’ll be just big enough

for us to spoon in.

We’ll go out for our

daily fix of coffee,

three times a day,

and hold hands,

and play tag on the subway

while the miserable people

tuck earbuds into their ears

and roll their eyes.

We’ll whisper about the secrets

of the universe,

and you’ll nibble my ear

as we wait in line

for the cinema.

Jesus,

I just wanna live with you.

Feel our lives twist together,

and feel your body against mine.

Feel your heart beat

in time with mine,

and listen to the chords

softly flutter off

your guitar,

and the notes slip

right out from

those beautiful lips

and right into my heart.

I want to build a home

with you.

But maybe you don’t feel

that way about me,

and I don’t really know how

I feel about that.