my very big wish, that i think is small
is to get time in a tablespoon and swallow it whole.
to peel off, like wallpaper, the toothpaste white sky.
to keep everything quietly safe from a very loud lie.
i’d be a magician. make soft-tissue girls disappear.
and all the terrors of morning, i feel when you’re near.
love is not for forgetting, because i’m terribly aware
of the day-by-day falling, one by one, of your hair.
so, here is the daydream, the doe-eyed desire
to walk a fine line but not face the trip wire.
i’d not ask for easy, only for fair.
to take off my clothes and float in despair.
devour all of the intellectual musings with cake-covered hands.
be the sexiest ruler of all of the lands.
to sit in my bedroom and conjure the choir
of infinite angels and then, set them on fire.
tumble in the wine-barrel down a very steep hill.
look at all of the fumble and stand very still.
this is my one little ask, my trade,
if you will.
i’d go to every last home on all of the earth,
switch off every last light and for all that it’s worth,
sit in the world-eating dark, with you and no catch.
cup together our hands and spark up a match.