i am in a place between sleeping and awake
i am breathing deeply
the golden light hues from old lamp shades
the spinning circle ceiling fan
the hum hum humming of its patterning
my cat is sleeping on my feet.
far gone from my body my head is thinking lofty things
like
i want to share your last name
and
i want to secret smile at you and you'll know everything of me
and
i want to understand you and stand strong
when all the bad parts of us come tumbling down
around us
a plow on the harvest soil.
this time next thanksgiving
i want you.
my maiden mind can't handle it and
my priorities are supposed to be straighter, anyway.
career, independence, business suits, my life, me.
my head is so far in the sky tonight
spinning circles
delusions of grandeur
grander, grander,
i just want to get old with you.