I want to fall in-step with your breath & tune my ear to the sound you make just before laughter rolls into shore.
I want the minutes to feel like hours and the days to feel like years and to know that all of this time—the fast-time & the slow-time—has a rhyme that explains the reason of it.
I want new words to make pathways in my thinking-brain and then merge them with my feeling-brain so that everything that pours out out of my finger-tips is poetry.
I want to feel the softness I know I was born with fill my bones with lightness so the space between my brows furrows less.
I want-to-want less and love-more and all the rest.