i want us to be like june
and be so reckless and careless
to love so much
so muchness
i want us to lose track of the days
to let our phones and money slip between the cracks
and be ignorant of this frivolous loss
i want to be hurt and to hurt
i want to be yours
and you to mine
to forget the concept of anything not you and i
i want to be sore
so sore
i want to limp and wince every time i get up from the bed
i want the mail to pile up
i want to be sick with love and be at our desires mercy.
oh dear let's forget everything but us.
