I want to make you pancakes.
I want to pour maple syrup and I want it to be real. I want to spill some on your chest hair on purpose. I want it to be there tomorrow because
I want you to taste like syrup always because
I want you to have the qualities of a tree.
I want to lie in a pile of puzzle pieces with you. I want to spend the afternoon only working on the corners and what if we left the middle. What if we left the middle as a big empty space the middle just space to stick our fingers through.
I want to make you pureed soup and
I want to blend only what’s in season.
I want to make you Middle-eastern food. I want you to eat it with your fingers and I want our kisses to taste like a delicate mix of lemon and mint.
I want you to place your hand on my belly. I want it to be below my belly button and I want you to tell me you like it best when it’s soft and round.
I want you to photograph me.
I want you to think I’m beautiful when I’m sleeping. Even when I wake up and my pillow is wet and I didn’t take my double-black mascara off the night before.
I want you to think it’s cute every time I wake up to pee.
I want you to never call me princess.
I want you to be curious about my first boyfriend.
I want you to be curious but only because that tells you more about me see
I want you to be the perfect mix of jelous and accepting.
I want to leave my underwear in your bed.
I want you to find them.
I want to leave my hairs all over your apartment.
I want you to find them.
I want to play the piano for you.
I want you to listen.
I want to slow dance with you and I want there to be no music and I want it to be the middle of the day.
I want you to help me when I’m lost.
I want you to fix the faucet.
I want you to hold all the broken faucet parts and try to put them back together.
I want you to hold all my broken parts and not try to put them back together.
I want you to know the difference between me and the faucet and
I want everything to be both literal and metaphorical,
Especially when we garden.
I want to wait for you to get home from work.
I want to be wearing an apron when you get home from work and
I want to have dinner ready.
I want to do all of these things and I want you to never think I am anything but the perfect mix of 50s housewife and independent woman.
I want you to like hanging out with my parents as much as I do.
I want you to massage my feet.
I want you to put my socks back on after.
I want to keep waking up,
I want to keep wanting
I want to keep wanting,
Even when we’re old and buy a house in Florida.