i want to pick berries with you
out in the middle of nowhere
get lost
spend hours finding our way back home
i want to watch you
endlessly
how did you find me?
although i always suspected
it would happen here
I've returned and returned and returned
waiting for you
i want to bring home
a tub of wild mushrooms
to our little cabin
in the middle of the woods
where you come home to
after long days on the road
i will wait and wait and wait
keeping the house neat
the fire lit
the doggies walked
the chickens fed
the garden watered
i will have dinner ready
your favourite meal
candles lit
incense burned
our bed sheets turned back
i want to fly to you
who knows where
surprise you
i want to believe that you will want to see me
anytime, any place
that your life is more full
with me in it
i want to look at a map
and you point your finger
and that is where we will go to next
i want to trust you
like I've never trusted before
i want to believe in all the stories
I've heard of this kind of love
i want to touch you
any time i want
remind myself you are real
in this body, in this life
i want to look over
and catch you staring
at me
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