Wishlist

Wishlist

I want to open my car door for you and

Ride off listening to the soundtrack of my teenage years

Playing in your ears and finding the position

Of shared experiences expanding

I want to meet your best friends

To refer to them by first names and laugh

In a stand alone context

I want to sit with you on a gray sofa

Cushioned in the peace of wanting

To be no where else but in the folds

Of that moment

I want to lace my fingers in yours

And dance to Otis Redding.

I want to hold my hands to your hips

And sway to Rebirth at play

In the walls of the Maple Leaf

I want to see your naked body

Looking up at me ravished

In pulsating release.

I want to search a Southwest schedule

And fly to the snow and learn from you.

I want a reason to renew my passport.

I want to be at a secure marking point

To introduce you to my daughter,

Knowing you have no desire to exit,

And she is ready to share.

I want to participate in adult activities

To expand from the land of Rafi and ponies

To find a balance.

I want some time for myself, to get off the high-wire

And the luxury of a margin for error.

I want to introduce you to my brothers

And parents and welcome you with

Open arms to set a stage for a one day family.

In my heart I want a family of my own.

The largest part of mine committed suicide in the night.

I want you to have faith and want in me

I do not want you to replace her

I want you to be you obliterating the concept of comparison

In a kindness extrapolating across every day that remains

Imperfect and balancing a wondrous resonance