i want to paint my walls
a hard-boned blue
i want nothing more than
to curl up with you,
my little spire of smoke
six feet tall.
i love the sound
our lips make together
the way you stop to laugh
every now and then
and how you stu
mble
over my body
as we both explore
new lands
with unsure hands.
i am always afraid
and always want more.
i want you to tell me
that we have twenty minutes to kill
before your friends show up
so why don't we kill the time
with no space between us
instead of hand grenades?
