i wish i could open a door
and invite my soulmate inside my mind
so that she could see how fully i love her.
after all these years with her,
my adoration only becomes stronger
every morning, when i look at her.
i watch her pee sometimes
and i actually sigh with joy
because i won her, somehow.
happily, gleefully would i live
in dire poverty with her, if it meant
we got to live to each be one hundred years old.
the next morning a tree could fall on top
of our cardboard box and crush us
both to death at the same instant. bliss.
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