maybe you should find a boyfriend.
i don't want a boyfriend.
i want yellow flowers,
from the grocery store
just because you saw them,
and thought of me.
i want mountains,
sweat and earth and sun,
or maybe the stinging cold of the rain,
and the wind whispering our names.
i want warm nights,
too warm for anything other
than sweet, sweet skin.
i want to drown so slowly in the depths of you
that i never knew i was under water.
i want a lot of things, soft things, wild th things,
but i do not want a boyfriend.