Nuts

I want to go away with you
I want to live with you
I want to fight over who makes breakfast
I want to not keep any maids and manage our own home
I want to cook for you
I want to eat what you cook for me
I want to see you in my shirts - the only 5 I have
I want to wear your shorts - the only one that fits
I want to sit in silence - you drinkin your wine and reading, me my beer and emailing
I want to go on walks petting strays with you (we can carry sanitizer)
I want spend hours by the Oceanside with you
I want to hold you when something is breaking you apart
I want to curl up in your lap when it's too much for me to bear
I want to play with the imperfections in your skin
I want to make you a playground in the imperfections of my mind
I want to go to a playground together
Someday, I want us three to go to the playground together
I want to scare you as I dive off into the open sea
I want to relieve you when I surface blowing you a kiss
I want to feel that scare and that relief too


But most importantly of all, I don't want you. I want us.
I love you, yes, but us?
Us I am frigging nuts about.