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i hope you like (me)

i hope you like waking up to the stars

and falling asleep in the sun

chasing squares of gold on the floor like

two cats,

taking naps to the sound of

gentle laughter

the sunrays will rock us to sleep and

mother nature's blanket will keep us warm

i hope you like metaphors for breakfast

and hyperboles for lunch

i'm a poet, and you'll be too

together we'll eat an onion of truth

armed with butter knives

hacking towards the core

i hope you like your bedroom cold

as a blizzard;

18 degrees celsius and

swaddled with a blanket

(curled around each other like

the steam from two hot-chocolates

on new years' eve)

so that your face is

cold and your heart is

warm

i hope you like your music soft

melodic gentle sweet

the way your voice is when you sing to me

i'll play:

madison beer on the aux

my violin (my soul)

the piano and the guitar

(and my voice — but i can't sing

so i'll talk;

my poetry is music too)

i'll be G

and you can be B

together we'll thread through the air and

fit ourselves together

a tapestry of harmony

i hope you like spending afternoons

doing nothing

and everything

hugs that feel like caffeine

as we stand under an umbrella

under the little ocean kisses

(well, the rain

but i've always hated the rain

and the way you say things just make them feel

so

much

prettier)

i hope you like loving

the way i do

coffee in the morning

i'll brew tea on the side

you'll steep the world for me in a little cup

of love

and we'll split it

sip together

while your coffee gets cold;

two little creatures

in a big world

huddled under:

a tarp of time,

the heat of hope.

i hope you like me

the way i like you too.

// written oct. 4. 2023 //